They were the ones, 
Who raped this land,
And made the babies cry,
Who watched their mothers die,
And helped them on their way.
We were the ones, who cried,
That day, that fated time,
Orphaned souls, 
The bodies of love apparent denied.
We can cry no more. Please.
Join me in this hated bliss,
Wrapped inside an enigma, we'll be a mystery,
Or a question. Or the thought that makes them shudder.
Or just another.
Join me, and give all of them,
Genocide's kiss.
Oh, what bliss.