Stare across the crowd, the fear and love in their faces. The children of the tribes, prisoners of the flags unfurling. Protect us in these changing times,.
Tell all the people who believe what they read in the press. Tell all the folk who stare from behind suburban walls. The enemy is not some nation far across the sea.
Well we all learned how to use a fork and a knife. How sometimes we have to wear a suit and tie. And understand these things are what give us the right.
They found us in the courtyard at our table in the shade. We toasted our last few moments and then the end came. They took us back to the airstrip in that beaten up old car.