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All this blood that’s runnin’
Over our motherland
All these friends are dyin’
Slippin’ like grains of sand

All this love were loosin’
Taken over by hate
And justice ain’t nothin’
Maybe it’s just too late

Menace to unity!
What will our kids think of us tomorrow?
Menace to unity!
Will they be proud of their fathers like we were?

“The manipulation is the ultimate sin
The man pullin’ the strings is gonna pay some day
Even before God or the people’s law
Like all the others, he’ll be blown away!”

Where are yesterday’s brothers?
Where are their memories?
Have they lost their honour
In the middle of tears?

Of the women who cry
For their men and their sons
Victims of illusion
For believin’ a dream… Alone!

Menace to unity!
What will our kids think of us tomorrow?
Menace to unity!
Will they be proud of their fathers like we were?

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