There is a land
that has been under a spell
since fourteen hundred and ninety two
with blood shed like the river
of no return
filled with the countless souls
that have become nameless over time
not unlike the fighter's of the bush war
we see no end to the blood that sprays
like the fountains of Europe
we look at the faded and tattered flags
that hang over the capital
we look at the homeless in new Orleans
letting them know that bombs come first
you may have a home after
the war of eternity
help us all
oh god whoever you are
do not be so vacant from our lives
save us from ourselves
and from them
guard us from our own statesman
amen
