You tell of a time with a grimace
You speak of an era of hate
Applaud those who had tried those killers
Yet refuse to conceive you're the same
Applaud those who had tried those killers
Yet refuse to conceive you're the same
Over the blanket of fifty long years
The subtleties are but washed away
You've revised history to keep conscience at bay;
In your bunker of pragmatism-your cowardice clear
Euthanasia, abortion convenience killing started with Noble or convenient intention
Build a society without a God you can commit any evil