A Word With The Dead

As we sit here and speak of sacred things,
So tender to the dead, where were you when we were alive?,
You cared naught for us,we felt the blows of your hatred,
You spared none of us,the young or the old,
And the sorrowful one that tried to save us,
Attempted to join us,our faces burned in his brain,
You tried so hard to exterminate us,
Because we had a different look than you,
The shame of the world that didn't help us,
We just wanted to live,
And now that the carnage has ended,
You come to offer help and claim our lands,
To enrich your people and and enslave the rest,
Oh monsterous ones you have so little time left,
The next world draws near for you,
What lies will you tell them?
They will not listen.