ANNIHILATE.
Genocide is for those who decide
There are too many x’s for eyes
Bloodstains wash away the memory
Bullets bounce from house to house
Visiting unannounced
Reducing the genetic pool
Let’s swim at the bottom
Where we won’t be seen
For who we are
The enemy
In their eyes
Annihilate the little ones
Before they grow
And repopulate
Making efforts to eradicate
Fruitless
They appear to come
From the hardened rock
That is moist to the touch
Kill them
Before they see you
Their gaze is infectious
Murderous affection
Genocide is for those who create
Painting vignettes of absence
Placing deformed objects
On piles
But we recognize the skulls
Nothing is ornate
The bones refuse to organize
Themselves into a relative whole
Scattering their dusty tales
As though the world should care
To listen
But no one needs to hear their cries
Eliminate the citizens
One by one
Machetes affect a glaze
That shines when held high
Over the doomed heads
Of those in such a state
Who should have resisted
When they had a chance
Instead
They are dead
We can dance to the beat
Of those who are beaten
Beyond recognition
The earth is softened
By the temporary carpet of flesh
It is the threshold
To a new beginning
Of another ending in site
Play with me
Smear our faces red
With the glory of prestige
In knowing that we preserve
The evil in our hearts
And call it victory
For our kind
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Annihilate
©2005 Harry Gamboa Jr.