A Genocide Unseen

Woe to the lost and forgotton!

No mind will hear your cries.

Tormented forever in distant history,

To the heavens, you can not rise.

Woe to the innocent spilled blood.



Woe to the thousands of young graves!

Never will you grow, run and play.

Tortured, starved, and ruthlessly murdered,

Now you are hidding under all the blood clay.

Woe to the lost, hated children.



Woe to the deafened ears of the living!

You shall never rise above those before.

See no evil, Hear no evil, speak no evil,

All are lies, lies straight from a whore

Who speaks petty nonsense knowing not 

Anything.



Woe to the dead

Woe to the living,

Woe to the unjust,

Woe to the unavenged.



Those who do not 

  study and observe all history,

    not just the "pretty parts" and nice things,

      are fatefully doomed to repeat it forever more.