They who wear the loud words of power,
Littering our world with political hatred,

Their infertile poison withers our land,
They harvest insidious seasons of violence,

Choke our rainbow flavoured nation no more,
No more,

It is time to plant the seeds of human peace,
Let the soil be enriched with love and hope,

Rest and remember the days of humanity and light,
In these fields of autumn's last gold a soul dreams.