I was born for the glory of civilized man
To bring shame to big walled cities
To make sure that aggression always prevailed
The only thing, which satisfied me, was the sound of walls crumbling.
I plotted the ruin of many a great city
History wouldn’t be the same if it wasn’t for me
I celebrated when Rome rose to glory
And drank wine when she fell.
I was there when Babylon fell
When Alexander marched to Persia
When Titus took Jerusalem
I steered History my way.
I was behind the slaughter of millions
Grounded into dust the walls that gave shelter to the oppressed
Am I not more cursed that the sword or an arrow? Should I not be burnt to dust?
Does not civilization have the right to live instead of me?
The father of man should have me burnt to the ground forever
The treachery I did to man goes beyond forgiveness
I ought to be judged guilty and erased from history
But alas children embrace me and infants take pride in my achievements.
Will no one help to exterminate my kind?
Will no one ever destroy me?
For my guilt has taken over me
