Like my brothers who died Deceived, lured by alcohol Destroyng our culture In exchange for status White man?s things that would never Be useful for the red
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
Desperate eyes Tainted by fear As they wait for never coming help Cowards Unworthy of life Seeking only profit Lauching at the animal?s lost of
Truths never revealed before Images never shown Screams of pain spread everywhere Misery in their looks, capable of felling pain like us The dream
