Hollowed out by hate,
Charred beyond recognition.
Maybe it was fate?
An unnoticed premonition?

Give us this day, our daily bread.
But leave us just the crust.
A waste of life and liberty,
A future full of dust.

Cast the shadow of the past,
Down the drain of death.
Take from us the better things,
The only things we have left.

We fight- to live.
To fight- is to die.
We fought for freedom,
Till the tree of life was dry.