Genocide Poem by Kassem Oude

All living beings mourn for life loss
They know it doesn't rejuvenate
So they grasp it and desire plus
It's engraved in mid soul innate

Mosquito flees if palm approaches
Bull foresees its fate, tries retreat
life is honor, unlike mean roaches
If so some valiant would delete

Honeybee loses life but it stings
Cat leaps to neck if seized in nook
People are killed easy as vile things
So some with belief to death look

Self defense's legal in all creeds
Fighting is bitter as sword blade
But if foe's mighty, no Ruth heeds
All in endless red bath shall wade

Depressed ones lose life's delight
Hates themselves, commit suicide
Repressed ones too can sow fright
Both camps compete for genocide.

Kassem Oude
On Sunday, July 3,2016