March on our streets for a conflict centuries old whilst you cling to the hate in the stories you’ve been told in murals and songs. You’ve seen and sung them all your life. They breed hate, resentment and create unnecessary strife.
We don’t care who’s on the wall or if they answer an old flute’s call. We’re not interested in ancient lore from the bygone days of yore.
Stuck on the side lines and we’re forced to watch it all, this cavalcade of ethnoreligious bullshit. We turn our backs, close our eyes, cover our ears and we shut you out.
You’ve had your marching orders, consider yourself dismissed.