Long ride to sightsee

I am fagged out, I can't breathe

You are such a dork, said she 

Don't like adventures! Such a bore!

Give me a long ride, I am run down 

Said I, today I agree 

To your demand overdue

To give a joyous ride to you 

But then,

I would rather go sightsee

You would say - wow!

But then - wait! 

You may not like to see 

Whatever I would want to see

I am afraid

I will leave you nauseated

But "they" are - 

What we have created

Now, let's go sightsee

With long ride, joyous

And full of glee?

Here we are !

Walls peed on, streets bloodied 

Raped women, and a lot more!

Don't freak out, come on, see

It's here that we live in

And these are what "they" leave behind

These are mounds of mutilated bodies

These are graves of poisoned babies 

These are corpses of the wretched on earth

So they are called, 'the unwanted on earth'

Time and again they are called

Being misfits, to go to the wall 

Whatever follows, you see

Their men are killed

Their women get raped 

And their children pushed to the wall

So as to 'satisfy' them all

Don't freak out, come on

There's much more

Those who are spared 

What do they have to bear?

Sinking sewers, overflowing

And manholes, bloodied with 

The ones from their own bosoms

And these are remains of raped sixteens 

And those were the infants pushed to the wall

You see

We are the wretched on earth

We are born to 'sightsee'

Wait! I will show you more 

There are the gardens where grow

Flowers of a thousand kinds, and more 

Are added to better grow 

But would you like to know

On what the flowers grow? 

But then - you already know

Why we are killed - so frequently

The gardens are fed on our blood

And here ends our sightseeing - joyously