WHO ARE YOU?

Who are you, whose sleeve drips with the blood of innocents?
Who are you, that touch your country's women?
Who are you, that vocalises the urge to kill an infant?
Who are you, that steals your fellow's fruit?
Who are you, that frights the naked truth?
Who are you?
Who are you?
The hills and the valleys call out your name.
The world peeks through your windows.
Your reflection tells you the truth,
But oh! you hide so smooth.