There are days when we are given a certain thrust,
A gentle shove, nudge, or push,
All of which we must come to trust,
But others stand fearful, hiding in a bush.

Certain attractions come with ease,
No inhibitions, no thoughts, no fears,
Only for the others for whom we tease,
Shouting spears of torture, creating tears.

Pull together the decades gone wrong,
Heal the scars, glorify your word as a tool,
End the war, fight the future, sound the gong,
Relax, control, fear not, the Gravity's Pull.

GenoCide ěVOiDě