The hangman's noose
  dances in the wind
and the blood of the past
  is printed below
   the white washed pages
     of our history books
Hatred repeats itself
  as it bares it's rotted
    yellow teeth
and spills it putrid
  green bile
     and shouts
   it's hollow anger
Any chance of sensibility
  or kindness corrode
    on the branches
      of the family tree
as poison is passed down
    in the blood
     festering in the heart
      generation after generation
Nothing changes as the history
  of hatred is stuck on repeat
and the burden of hope
  grows heavier still
but we must carry on
  for without hope
    love cannot survive
and without love
  there is no hope
    at all