5 Apr 2007

O Father...can you hear them come?



O Father,
Here they come again.
They have killed your child,
And now they want you.
They have burnt your home,
And now they'll burn you.

O Father,
Here they come again.
They dine on your backyard,
And now they'll take it from you.
They've slept in your bed,
And that's where they'll gag you to.

O Father,
Here they come again.
In the darkness of the night,
And they say they fear none.
Can you here their guns?
If you cannot hide then run.

O Father,
Here they come again.
To promise you forsaken dreams,
Of wealth in your own hands.
But before, they must shoot you,
With guns of distant lands.

O Father,
Here they come again.
They've raped your daughter,
And buried your boy.
Now they'll build fences on our rotting flesh,
Here they come Father, Ahoy!