A curtain that hides serial massacres On behalf of esthetics, lives are not spared To forge tets and conceal fatal mistakes Lives at stake, human
Centuries of exploitation Children taken away from their mother Chainned, confined Lives destined to suffering Drowned in their own blood Disciples
dignity Time has come To strike all evil to an end To halt pain No more death in vain No more deathly experiments Justice will be done against
to defend it from all evil And the will be this way with our children And the children of our children Red man?s things that would be useful for the
Truths never revealed before Images never shown Screams of pain spread everywhere Misery in their looks, capable of felling pain like us The dream