When the sun sets, and darkness has fallen, you can barely
see the lands on which our children have grown.
If you put your eyes aside, but only for a moment brief,
they shall bite our neck of pride- they WILL make us
grieve.
Off we take this silk like love to show a fist of steel, a
mighty blow from above to bring them all to kneel.
Looking under every stone on the long brick road to peace,
found not a partner to rely on, none, but a deadly snake
with a venom kiss.