You, who are horror-trained
And dwell naked in the haunts of death
You who are called pure victims
Cherished links in the chain of slaughter

Consider: this is a man
Consider: this is a man

Consider: this is a man
Who trudges in a boiling swamp
Who knows no peace
Who fights for a tiny piece of land
Living while vomiting your death

Consider: this is a man
Consider: this is a woman

Consider: this is a woman
Missing an arm, missing a leg
Missing the strength to bury her dead
Her eyes dried and her womb stinging
Like a laboratory dog

Consider: this is a woman

We remembered all that happened
We remembered all that happened
It's all now disregarded as if never existed
We did not engrave it on our hearts
We did not engrave it on our hearts
When at home, when away
When laying down, when rising
We did not impress it upon our children
Thus we lost our essence
And illness strikes us from head to toe
And our offspring turn away from us