Why must I Die Today I see babies born Just to be torn and killed. Thousands of young and old Yelling why must I die. I did nothing wrong. Is it hate or is it joy They don't know the fate. Rwanda 's genocide killing all those that stand. Swing clubs and machetes. Cutting them all down. But they don't know why i must die they think. The blood rolls in the streets. Who can stop it we want to know Peace is the answer not the dope.