What did they do?

To be starved to death?

To be burned to their bones?

To be buried in their homes?

What did they do?

Their skin thin and dried up,

Covered in debris, in blood and dust

of a hundred homes and families

Unable to wash it off,

Unable to stop the tears of blood,

For there is no water,

No water to drink or to clean,

No water to bathe the dead.

What did they do?

For a kid born yesterday to die a cruel death?

For a legacy they have yet to hear?

For a land that they have yet to live in?

What did she do?

For 300 bullets to shower upon her?

What did he do?

To get a bullet on his soft head?

What did they do?

Answer me you wretched bastards!

Hiding behind metal walls and in luxury,

Tell me, what the heck they did?!

Your lies, so blasphemous and obvious.

So obvious, there is no denying the fact of your actions, of your crimes,

Yet you walk so freely like some nepo kid,

Oh wait yeah you are one,

One born from the hands of capitalists,

Born from the hands bathed in blood

of people and their cruel deaths,

The murder of over a hundred cultures and nations.

They rewrote history so they could be heroes,

So that they would be worshipped.

They trapped a billion in their game for money and power,

blinded by greed, devoid of humanity,

lost in the pleasures of endless desire.

You will rot, all of you,

If no one will, I will see to it,

I curse you for the billion souls that lost their names,

for the children that never saw planes or trains as dreams,

For the mothers who couldn't feed their kids some bread,

I will avenge them all,

Mark my words,

For you killed them all,

All in the name of self defense.

But tell me,

What did they do?