To those whose breath was drawn from their lungs,-

To those whose souls were ripped from their shells,-

To those whose bodies were reduced to bones,-

And to those who were left to wait in a cage-

Do not let your spirits become bitter and dark.

In the land of the dead

waiting for justice to start.-

It was those foul emotions that planted the seed.-

It started with your murder

and it still isn't done.

Causing destruction and fear

but it's only just begun.-

These people with different ways that they think.

And all these people who don't carry the same beliefs.-

It'll start out small,

Just a few whispers.

Then more murder will follow,

The streets will run red,

Now there'll be shouts,

accusations and threats.

Pulled back to our past

to these years of despair-

cold hearted slaughter.

1692,1830,1947,1994,1982,

and those dates will run on.-

Until we open our eyes.

And stop this insanity,-

Or next thing you know

It's over.

We've caused our own end.