Wisdom of Love

There are no villains, just people with conflicting interests.
Hate none!

Me, my own victim

Maniacs of the world turned it into pieces
Then took their shares and formed many races
Such was the division, none could get along
I didn’t do a thing, just said - it was wrong

They asked me to pay for arms and ammunitions
Didn’t bother me much; I just cared for my pensions
Then they stopped my play, muted my song
I didn’t do a thing, just said - it was wrong

Then they killed my neighbor, who didn’t matter at all
He called for help but I didn’t answer the call
Though alike, he wasn’t from where I belong
I didn’t do a thing, just said - it was wrong

Then they came to my door for another seize
They didn’t budge though I begged on my knees
A bullet pierced me, I couldn’t breathe for long
I didn’t do a thing, just said - it was wrong