No care, no love, no deed for others
Neither for god, nor for others.
Selfish living
Cruel thinking
Rude is their life
their hands for knife.
Useless power, useless land
like the weapons on a cowards hand
Thousand killed by their guns.
What was the crime of their sons?
For others, who cannot crack their bones.
They are called heart of stones.
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