Drop By Drop

Scarlet teardrops that we did choose to ignore
Just one graven image of slaughtered bodies and the rest is haze. But we never saw that.
For our image: the touch of suffering as a green light sound
Shivers of fear cuts through their eyes, whiting out recalls while their children are burning
For those who can't run, for those who can't hide,
we've never touched their skin
Who can't image how far the anger can lead a man
Step by step, killed one by one, lost drop by drop in oblivion.
Purple after-image of blood vessels in their eyes
Drop by drop in a circle. The endless path of destruction.
Scarlet teardrops we can't avoid to ignore nevermore.