Who was it who offered us no mercy?
Who was it who attacked us with such ease?
Who was it who called us subhuman filth?
Who was it who helped spread the disease?
Who was it who silenced our voices in the middle of the night?
Who was it who looked after us while in fright?
Who was it who forged our country's identity?
Who was it who sold our tails to the rich?
Who was it who waged wars against them before?
Who was it who denied progress and closed its doors?
How much suffering is left for us to endure
When our homeland offers no shelter
And there are no more apples to consume?
How our very heroes falter
When their brave hearts beat in stillness and sorrow.
Late at night, Silence remains in the streets,
What use is there to bite the hand that feeds
When there is nothing else you can borrow?
All there is see is but ruins
And we have paid for our father's sins.
Who was it who claimed this land to be ours?
Who was it who brought us knowledge and pain?
Who was it who butchered each of our limbs?
Who was it who killed Burmecia and stole its pride?
Who was it who cut my tongue so I can no longer speak?
Who was it who covered their children with flowers?
Who was it who took away our lives in disdain?
Who was it who judged us by our skins?
Who was it who lost everything but their sight?
Who was it who told us to turn the other cheek?