Those seasons of strife and conflict
has taken its toll on us.
It has passed its verdict.
Those seeds of despair planted deep into the sands of time,
Watered by the blood of the innocent,
Nourished by the sweat of peasants,
Has germinated and yielded rotten fruits;
Fruits infested with misery,
and fruits drenched in evil
With our hands they were harvested.
Each time the blood of the just is shed
and each time the rich make mockery of the poor,
Enmity is cast down to earth
and it dwells amongst us.
With our very own hands,
We bought HATRED.