Pick up a pen, and wonder where to begin So make amends for your sin, dear friend The same story repeated again and again 67 years gone, still caught in a dead end Words don't win- so what to recommend When ma**acres are not even condemned Never believed in negotiation- it's all in vain Denounce the occupation or ban the campaign Regardless, time tells who they eventually blame Always the same, a generation will walk in shame The voiceless people pop pistols, not champagne Apparently, you cannot support people in pain Preoccupied protecting your own glory and fame Wonder if it's me- or the world going insane Let me provide proof, you concealed the truth Write & rhyme, reveal it to you live in the booth Like a child, think you can find the fountain of youth Look inward before pointing fingers at neighbors & others In times of troubles you don't look for strangers but brothers But then realize that betrayal comes in all forms & colors Got brethren close to the border, but they soft like bu*ter When the enemy slaughter- they silent, not a sound they utter Shame on you, my people don't even have bread and bu*ter So I guess real crooks are found in the top, not in the ‘gutta' Loss of illusion- the inevitable conclusion- time for revolution -ASK