The Bloodstained Hammer and Sickle
Thursday, March 7, 2013 @ 10:56 PM
The Blood Stain
There’s a stain upon the wall outside,
It seems of human blood;
I try to wipe away the mark,
And see it gone for good.
The blot is on the wall of man,
It cannot be erased;
When evil rears its monstrous head;
Its common man who pays.
This blemish lives as blemish kills,
The stigma shames mankind;
But we shall ever rise above,
The base and cruel kind.
Photographed on a apartment block wall in Riga
Michael (Walsh) 06.03.13