Boats of green, jets of red
A cry for help from the oppressed dread
Abodes of old, but now torn down
Unfurl the white or face the crown.

The mossy bricks and the gravel black
Wooden pyres and bodies stacked.
Battles and wars, left and right
Millions die when hundreds fight.

Homeless, vagrant, dignities defiled
Childhoods lost and old age viled.
Breads of honesty covered in mould
The plight of the plebeians hidden manifold.

A ruthless purge or an exodus to the unknown,
Parochial choice the guiltless bemoan.
Encumbered voices laden with rue
Dead men may tell no tales but the persecuted do.