Rusted Relics behind Glass
remind us of our Brutal Past

Hand me down memories
Forgotten to some

Blood soaked symmetries
under Bloodstained Sun

We never recall the guilt we own
but,,,
we always forget we stole
what we now own

Sad Relics, silted in Tears
Man killing Man
Due to their Fears

Yes, Battle Relics on display
this was Genocide
not Child's Play

Relics, rusted into the Past
that we can neither change
nor deny, out live or out last

Relics to remind us
so memory lives on,
on forever into the future
so we might not repeat
the Crimes of the Past

Relics, what good do they mean
if we're destined to repeat
the same Deadly scenes

Relics to remind
Relics to reveal

Relics we find
should cause us to feel

Relics, yes,
reveal the stains on our Souls.

~~~~~ Wash, rinse, repeat the Crimes against Humanity,,,,,
until the last of us,,,,,,, fall from the Insanity~~~~~~~~

A simple Poem