You laugh with cruel laughter,
we all can see you,
you smile sweetly,
still we can see you,
O ! sons of Satan,
on your clothes,
the red spots
that blood still
did not disappear,
Whenever you try,
to hide these spots,
to erase these spots,
your thirst increases,
you want to drink
warm blood again,
you are still
eager to be seen
this your action,
is nothing more
than a failed attempt,
to smother the
voice in a democracy,
by your cunning
old aged style,
but now you must know,
that they
exposed your show.
