The Plight

In the land we once called home,
Hunted like beasts, we roam.
Cheerful echoes of a morbid glee,
As lives are taken, a tragic spree.

Law and Order, where do you hide?
In the shadows, truths are denied.
Silent pleas for justice ring,
As violence spreads its cruel wing.

Murderous delight, a gruesome cheer,
Echoes loud, sparking fear.
How long until we stand strong,
Against this tide so dark and wrong?

In the face of ethnic cleansing's plight,
When will we unite, and fight?
To reclaim the peace we've known,
In the land we once called our own.