Snow red with blood
And monsters humane,
For this generation
In stories remain
Evil, true evil
Attempts to erase
Tears of decades ago
Doubting their remains
Spoiled, ignorant children
Believe, the pain killers art
Is a pill, rather than
A shot to the heart
History warns us-
But our memory's short,
We start to decline
Our own civilized court
We stand in the darkness
We turn to the cross
We avenge the outcome
Denying the cause
We forget our own teachings
Forget we can still choose
To not see the snow
Red on our shoes
But the verdict is in
And there's nowhere to run
We silence our brains
And pick up the gun.