War is the sign

Religion a reason

Tragedies of time

Hate and treason

Innocence is the mask

Peace is the shadow

Killing is the fact

Generations of sorrow

Massacre Torture

Infants are dying

Bullets are crying

Big heads are laughing

Humanity is fading

Prophecy a blasphemy

Blindness do we see

Kill them ruthlessly

Where we gona be?

Massacre Torture

What I’ve seen in your eyes

What echoed from your words

Eating grapes in your paradise

Truth never told

Your promised land

Is just the desert

Made us a victim

Glad you watch us die