Guilt

But the blood
is still on our hands.

Sun shines,
Birds sing.
They carry on
without a care for us.

Never will we forget
Never can we forget

Earth
Cleaning up after us,
Irritated Mother
Washing clean our wounds.

Nothing will wipe
Away our conscience

The sun came out today,
Banishing the rain clouds.
Maybe the rain
washed away the mess,

But the blood
is still on our hands.