Brother, you left us, but we continued to build the great civilizations, examples of the great victories for the holders of great honors. They entered our villages and towns. They captured us, used us like four legged animals, took us and forced us to build their graves. If, in the meantime, our toleration ended, they used us as stones in the building. But if we finished the building, its honor was recorded in another’s name and not even a memory of a name remained for us. Sometimes they took us to war, war against people we did not know. We drew our swords against someone whom we felt no hatred for, people who were born like us, from the same class and with the same fate. They took us before the eyes of our old and broken mothers and fathers who would await us. Their anticipation was never met. These wars, as a scholar has said, consisted of a war between two groups who fought together without knowing each other for people who did not themselves fight, but knew each other! They took us. We were destroyed and massacred. If we were defeated, our fathers and mothers would have to bear our death and pain, the destruction of our villages and the destruction of our fields. If we were victorious, the honor and power would go to another and we would never have a share in its victory and in its plunder.