A torture of cultures,
of the ones you have denied
And after all these years
you still run away
from all the pain
you left behind
Stolen their identities, you failed to see
Stolen, and so their right to be
Stolen, and so their right to feel
Stolen, and so their right to be
Stolen, and so their right not to believe
You pray to your god
as you reach for the devil’s hand
Don’t tolerate, indoctrinate
in the name of a hollow faith
Poison the minds of the unaware
For the cause of a holy warfare
You spill more blood to cleanse the stain
just to relief your guilty mind
God hates your inquisition
Thou art not free from blame
When freedom comes with a gun in the hands,
everybody fights for their promised land.

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