Paralelo XI

How many have you killed with your hands?
Stained with blood, stench of corruption
Greed has always been more important
Than the voice of the savages

Who just claimed their land
Who just wanted respect
Machines gutted their land
And opened their veins
Running over their people

Women and children screaming
Their green lands, with blood were stained
There is nothing left for the cinta larga tribe
Reading the story, I understand
How cruel we were

We destroyed everything for power
We stole their innocence and purity
Where are those who said
We'll bring you salvation
Betrayal
Lands destroyed by those who claimed to be
Saviors