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