"The Kings Don't Bleed" by Dishika Jhamb

Because their honour is deceiving,

And I don't see them grieving.

They weep once, then silence the dread,

What was the sin of the thousands that bled?

Humanity has faltered, Men are slaughtered,

Blood gets spattered, Heads are scattered.

But the kings don't die; they watch the parade.

To show they tried, it's all a charade.

Then they talk of peace, with blood on their hands,

Pretend to mourn what they helped command.

Their words drip gold, but their hearts can't follow.

The empathy's there, but it's quiet and hollow.

And if suffering is truth, then your peace is a lie

Safe in your towers, you watched us die.

So today I ask,

To all the kings who've never seen red,

Tell me

What was the sin of the thousands that bled?