Brothers killing brothers
Grieving mothers, grieving mothers.
There is a slaughter in the land, caused by each brother's hand.
Tears running like rain, drenching the land.
Brothers have bloodstains on their hands.
What a pity, what a shame!
Brothers, brothers, have you lost your mind, creating genocide of your own kind?
Is this the way of life my brothers, killing
and slaughtering one another?
Be a real man and take a stand.
Start by keeping the bloodstains of your brothers off your hands.
Get a life, save a life, and start doing what's right.