My inheritance

 Said you were proud of your nations past and present
But what were you doing today of all days
When the bands were banging in the street of dreams
When the people were singing of past glorious schemes
You sat there with your head in your hands saying why me
As if you could not understand

You did the deed that made nations bleed
And suffer so badly that they will never be cured
The world is at your command, or so you think
You stink to high heaven of the blood that was spilt
And still is pouring from the wounds
Of the masses of children deprived of their loved ones and happiness
Slaughter for your drive for glory.

Sink in the mud and drown all you ones who pity yourselves for your crimes
You were sailing the seas for nothing in sight
And your sickness still prevails.
Burn in hell if you are not already there
You will never be forgiven for stealing
The life blood of the innocents.