Is this world not better blind? A darkened place where there be no colour left to find, where we are unable to judge by face or skin, would this not end all the damned wars and hates that race and creed did begin?
Forget what my fathers did for yours have done as much. Say not that you deserve nor use history as your crutch. Stand upon your own two feet and meet the day with pride, the time is done when behind bygones you might hide.
Raise your own voice and see with your own eyes. Sever now all the past and its pointless ties. I have wrought no harm upon you so cease your empty lies.
When the world be dumb and blind, that be the day when hatred dies.