A wound that time cannot heal,
Leaving a chasm in what was known.
Too murky to be understood,
Too complex for logic to fathom.
Some things seem to help explain.
A history of assigning blame
To the powerless accused of
Conspiring to destroy all that was good.
True believers marching in step.
Not comfortable with making waves,
Fearfully awaiting their orders
There was hunger. Yes, there was loss.
There was the failure of markets,
A refined culture of shattered egos
We have these facts and more
Meant to explain
Yet nothing brings to clarity
What evil hides waiting in the human heart
What impulse lurks
Silent beneath the mask of civilization
And what of human progress?
What has changed?
Are we now less inclined to savagery?
Are we now participating in annihilation?
Are we now too preoccupied to care?
Time moves on,
A brutal struggle for power continues.
There will always be a possibility of genocide.
There will always be an opportunity to take a stand.