Once when my father’s fathers met your people
And you held your hands out for us to take
Then when my father’s fathers took your hands
And hancuffed you for their greediness’ sake.

You are a victim of circumstance
You are a victim of the color of your face
You are a victim of me it’s true
You are a victim of the human race.

Now some land we took is no good to you.
That doesn’t make it any better for us.
We still took your land and despoiled it.
Because soon it will also be no good to us.

You are a victim of circumstance
You are a victim of the color of my face
You are a victim of you it’s true
You are a victim of the human race.

Other land we took from your father’s fathers
Is just as when we took it from their naive hands
I know that I was not a part of those,
I wish we’d give you back your native lands.

You are a victim of circumstance
You are a victim of the color of your face
You are a victim of me it’s true
But you’re a member of the human race.