Still the Victims
We battle the tide
It washed us to a side...
Yet we are alive
To tell the tale to those who arrive!
We are battered
Enemies claim friends
And eat with us breads buttered
And leaves when it all ends!
Hope we hang onto
Believing it comes very soon
That we shout, Pronto!
All of a sudden as if to swoon...
Come soon while we yet live
Cos in nothing else we believe!
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