The crows depart a winter sky. Thousands march with fear in their eyes. We feast on the fruit, planted long ago. Biting into the fear, Humanities blood flows. The flowers of hatred, wreathed upon our heads. Fear of change, fear of death Those appealing for decency are painted red. For many compassion has long since fled. Indoctrinated by systematic prejudice. Freedom of speech, freedom of hatred. Believing our convictions are always sacred. Our compassion must shine to those in the dark. Not to allow hatred to leave its mark. Fighting for our cause, to die with our sanity. Hatred of others will lessen our morality. The wheel of suffering is always turning. While mans hate continues burning. We all suffer the same fate. Death. Regret.