by Nick Gisburne
We could have been your friends, but we were fools
To think you could respect what we believe.
We offered warmth and welcome, without rules.
Today we give you nothing, and we grieve.
We look upon the blackness of our lands,
Destruction without honour, without end.
We put so many blessings in your hands.
Betrayal broke too much for us to mend.
Our tears are for the legacy we lost.
Our tears are for the fallen, for the dead.
Our tears will all be counted, and the cost
Will ruin every heart and every head.
No weapons will protect you while you sleep.
For you there will be no one left to weep.
