Not See - Crux

You tell of a time with a grimace

You speak of an era of hate

Applaud those who had tried those killers

Yet refuse to conceive you’re the same

Applaud those who had tried those killers

Yet refuse to conceive you’re the same

Over the blanket of fifty long years

The subtleties are but washed away

You’ve revised history to keep conscience at bay;

In your bunker of pragmatism-your cowardice clear

Euthanasia, abortion convenience killing started with Noble or convenient

intention

Build a society without a God you can commit any evil