Stigmata

I bleed for you my brothers
lost upon this world.
Your sins counted myriad.
Your hate full-flagged unfurled.
Your greed
Your lust
Your anger visited upon your next of kin.
I bleed for you my brothers.
Bleed black ink from my pen.
I bleed black for the mothers whose
children die upon our streets.
Die in a world gone mad with war strife and grief.
I bleed black with shame for our human race
dying in our streets over different faiths and faces.
Stick your fingers in my wounds!
Scrawl upon walls with my ebon blood!
Then kill all kith and kin till only
my blood bears silent witness.