Slither in shame
beneath flagrant fingers
pointing judgement for
your discrepancies and differences.
Punish the innocent with Mustard gas
intoxicated throat burn
the sin of being human.
Immortal memories ingrained
within the grey mattered annals of history.
Capsuled with wailing horns
iconoclastic details overlooked.
Slipslide out of memories reach.
Devil is in the detail, so they say.