We boast we love our land
our people, our economy.
And, without any remorse

We ****** the living
and say atrocious words
like they should have stayed in their homeland
and they deserved to drown.

No apology, no fallen tear.

We boast we love our freedom
we long to go out
some do go out
even though they should not go out.

And then, we let the hunters hunt
To shoot the fragile, winged creatures
To crush their wingless dreams
To sing no more
For the game of a moment
For the pride of a moment.

No apology, no fallen tear.

We say we love our nature
Yet we **** the land that we have
To fields of concrete

And greed leads to death
As our lives become void
As long as money makers get richer.
And then we forget.

No apology, no fallen tear.

Yet,

Somewhere deep inside,
a soul resides.
A heart which dreams and feels
which is compassionate and empathic.

And if we stop for a moment
To let all sink in,
and we realise that
our hurts and pains are making us all blind -
We want to apologise, to cry and to forgive.