Deep in the Congo where Rambo wouldn’t go,

your not seen if your careful and kill them nice and slow

Even the space monks don’t see and never tell,

of mothers trodden heart or her children’s bloody hell.

Ocean blue table so round and complete,

makes us feel better when each nation takes a seat.

Electric harvest basket nerve center of the hive

down the brutal shadow path the message doesn’t thrive.

Your articles and protocol though meant for fairer start,

can nary heal the wound where stomach rubs the heart.

The Convention on Prevention did not turn the tide,

as the human heart strives onward to it’s own full genocide.