Some poetry I thought of: What are the rivers like where you are from? Do they flow red as they do here?

Do they wail and cry and scream for mercy.

Do you not have rivers like that? That flow through the city Used by the people To demand for justice and what is rightfully theirs.

Do they not fall like moths to the fire when they demand for justice and what is rightfully theirs.

Do you not live in human society or do you live in a utopia of the gods? Are you a god? Then I seek justice.

Give me justice for these rivers of blood. Why have made us so Only to be fed to these rivers.