Reproach!
In your shame;
As you lie down to sleep,
Because, you've killed your neighbour.
Reproach!
From your youth and, even to this day;
With the weapons of war as your means to settle a matter,
but, the bullets of war will never bring us peace on this earth.
Reproach!
Destroying the world with your works;
With the very weapons in your hands,
but, the bullets of war will never bring us peace on this earth.
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