Who For Our Democracy Died
They claim it legitimate
They claim it fact
But the tide has turned
There’ll be no turning back
The lines of life die under bitter, sharp dust
For here and now the do is must
The time we had sleeps in deep fond memory
The sunshine on grass, on mountain, on river,
on tree.
Clear now is not guidance from the fading light.
Through squinting eyes we must never lose sight.
Sacrifice echoes through the mists of time.
Their deeds of honour we remember and we salute
with pride
But the seeds they did sow are now abandoned,
now ash under darker skies
How can we stand in the presence of ghosts who
for our democracy died?
Will we ever see the horizon glow in the colours of
peace when human hearts overthrow for selfish needs?
Do we sit or stand on the frozen ground?
Do we laugh or cry for dreams lost in the shifting sands?
Do we eat and drink ignoring history scream in the
breaking winds?
Do we record this chapter of where cold forces broke
through our walls?
Do we write to history our memory, our justification,
our reasoning for standing in fear and watching
democracy fall?
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