What Brings May Flowers?

We sit soaked in “Bloodshed” to sift through the ash.
Watched as out brothers got carted away,
To camps so they called them “to work for the man”
We don't brush it off, so you can't.
Don't say you were just following orders.
We hid behind bookshelves to avoid the broken glass.
You sit in your big chairs and (laugh) lie through your asses.
We sit in the death camps to sort out the past “Gaslight”.