Tell me, oh, tell me

 

Tell Me, Oh, Tell Me

 

Tell me, oh, tell me,

when is too much to see

our children in tunnels,

raped and tortured, not free?

 

Tell me, oh, tell me,

when those ferocious men

our hearts will be breaking,

turn our stomach and spleen?

 

Will once ever the day come,

when we’ll stand for a child,

cut the claws of the dracos,

with a scythe, strong and wild?

 

When from slave into sovereign,

we’ll stand strong, in tall stance,

and defend what is ours,

full awakened from trance!?!…

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