Who me?

I hear you call when you fall
and say it's not my fault
And then you swear
that you weren't there
when "Red Handed" you were caught

I hear you cry, when they die
and say that he's my brother
Then you deny, and try to lie
that you're killing one another

And I hear you shout
It's all about, "We ought to stop the killing"
But as for me, from all that I can see
It's your own blood you've been spilling

But you insist, that you're on a list
upon which someone is shitting
Then you won't confess, that all this mess
is one of your own fitting

So stop the hate and change your fate
and learn to love one another
for it's then, and only then
that I can call you brother