Our homes lie in ruins
and our daughters are abused
by the soldiers of a corrupted faith.
Children are forsaken by the angels
and mothers
with babies yet unborn
are drowning in
the darkest seas.
Our dead are left unburied by
the roadside, their putrid flesh
a banquet for death's foot soldiers.
Our dead are left unburied by
the roadside, their putrid flesh
a banquet for death's foot soldiers.
The trail of misery is endless.
At the borders
we are called
terrorists, malingerers and thieves
and all-the-while
terrorists, malingerers and thieves
and all-the-while
countries playing to the gallery
declare quotas without shame.
declare quotas without shame.
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