Hot wet and sticky I ooze through your fingers
You cannot completely erase me I am the stain that lingers.
I lay at your feet glaring up at you screaming, screaming
No amount of your tears can cleanse me no more can I be gleaming, gleaming.
I am your guilt your broken pride
I am the the wrongs you cannot hide.
I am there and I will not go
I an more guilt that you will ever want to know.
I am red, as the setting sun, I am as black as the deepest hole
I am your festering guilt, the tightening of a thousand needles in your soul.
I am your crusade, your jihad your ‘Holy War?’
I am the lurking danger far worse than you foresaw.
Blood on stones, blood on the walls blood of the innocents who do no harm
Blood on races blood on their souls, blood on their heads to some a balm.
Blood in your ears blood in your eyes blood in your living rooms on TV screens.
Blood of the old and of the young , the child, the pregnant mum cover your ears to their screams.
Hot wet and sticky I ooze through your fingers
You cannot completely erase me I am the stain that lingers.
I lay at your feet glaring up at you screaming, screaming
No amount of your tears can cleanse me no more can I be gleaming, gleaming.
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