Forget who those people are,
Standing there claiming to want peace,
Forget the methods they used,
To get them to where they are today.
Paint a different picture of the past,
Show them I’m the bad side,
My colours are the ‘wrong’ sort,
And we’re the ones holding us all back.
You can re-write history all you want.
And expect us to give up our principles,
All in the name of peace.
The peace that they shattered,
With the bombs they created,
And used against us all.
They got what they wanted,
But it will never be enough.