Silence Itself Is a Form of Oppression

Oppression as they wash their hands In their own incapacity First we gave them our colours But now we kick them back to a life of oppression And just as easy as our state transforms Lives into files they chase down the weak, Line them up and cut them down It's their blood on your hands History can't wash it away Can you bear the conscience for their pain And their suffering? It's ignorance as they wash their hands In their own bliss A government death-squad performs Ethnic cleansing And our state will gladly make the arrangements Send the lambs back to slaughter To a religious fascist genocide regime It's their blood on your hands History can't wash it away Can you bear the conscience for their pain And their suffering? Our silence sanctionizes genocide Silence itself is a form of oppression! Feel their suffering and their pain...