Who is it that speaks truth? Where ancients lay,
In tombs unwritten in the scars of hate
Oh child, thine youth revoked, would ne’er play;
Where tears froze to a crystal clear deathrate.
Where life destruction found, this verse must speak,
That to this gloomed hist’ry, lend vital pen
When evil cloaked in number slew the weak,
And killed moral good in women and men.
Let all the world now expose such malice
And break the vile pattern’s wicked account
Baring horrid displays rough and callous
So evil outbreak ne’er again would mount
Living your truth in pride oh youthful fount
May thine words express love that’s paramount.