Dystopia - Crimson Slaughter

Be born in third world

means misery and scorn.

Can’t you see

their endless suffering?

Hypocrisy,

arrogance and greed,

make us look

to other side

oblivious to

our deserved guilt

for supporting

white supremacy

and wars plague

which drowns the continent

in its own

blood and pain.

Living consumed by fear.

Constant certainty that end is near.

Sentenced to wither away,

born to rot, become an oblivion’s prey…

The screams from a decaying world

cannot be heard by using your new smartphone

or tears spilled by a thousand dying eyes

can’t testify the atrocity in coltan mines?

By living your life appropriately

you’re supporting their misery.

Must look inside your stony heart

and try to reverse the dystopia.

Even now exist crimes

against human rights,

but under flag

of the greatest marks.

Conjuring

blinded eyes to see

convenient truth

to consumerism.

Barren lands,

blood irrigated sand,

moors governed

by scavenger’s command…

But doesn’t care

«well, they’re already dead»

Don’t deserve our

time to spend.

Pharmaceuticals test

their experimental vaccines

by using innocent natives

as human guinea pigs.

Diamonds in wedding rings,

the purest symbol of eternity.

But were extracted in forced labor mines,

where vultures corpses eat.