Grey vultures high this morning
Attack without a warning
Say something to reject them
They sound division warning

Hell defy me
Brother don’t bond me
Curse my soul, deliver me
Make us whole, make us see

War mongers clear these cities
The rubble gathers pity
Good business for arms makers
And countless undertakers
They sound division warning

Fire raining down
Hate and curse this colour
Brought it upon
But will it ever matter?
Is this allowed?
Earth become a mother
Take this down
Erase it from this land