They They all deserve to die To suffer as much as a brother who died As much as a mother who was burned alive As much as the nations they turned to ash They But they who? The children of ancestors who's long been gone Innocents beheaded for the crimes of the old Lives sacrificed to vengece a crime occured decades ago They They who? A question that people hardly try to look up an answer to For it's answer too has been lost In the graves of those who commited the wrongs Yet "they" remain Yet the pain remains So does anger, so does vengence As bright as a burning flame
People aren't defined by the crimes of their governments, or else, we'll all be criminals now.