We speak about peace,
But when there are conflict and rage.
We paint our history's page
With a filthy trace
Of violence,
Of intolerance.
We avoid speak about wars and our daily battle
We believe, we're the best cattle
We cover our shame,
We don't feel blame,
We don't know the meaning of life.
We could live in peace, but we ride to the strife
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