For the People of Gypsia

I'm ashamed, my brothers of the "free world", blood is all over our hands.
Alien life styles rise suspicion. That rise always becomes your fall.

We steal your lives, your freedom, we even take away your genitals.
We're putting you in camps, making sure you're never stand on your dignity.

Your crimes are those of beeing different. Non-capitalistic views must end.

Where ever you're found, the Moby Dicks of this world, shows you "the way".
But only after searching you for snacks, sucking the cream all out.

Now I take my chance, I'll make myself ambassador of the west
Perhaps I'm not the right one to say, but I am so truly,