Let us not turn a blind eye
Clear the dark clouds from our sky
Extract our heads from the sand
Join our national brass band
Blow loudly on your trumpets
Let us stop being pawns and puppets
We’re not the sheep of their lands
We can be the blanket for our lambs
A collective sheet, protective and grand
Let us not be silent and bland
Clear the stage, make a stand
The worlds suffering children need us
Before they’re herded onto the bus
Like lambs to the slaughter
Imagine, our sons and daughters
Laying on concrete, alone and caged
Crying, weeping, could it be our ice-age
We’re distraught and outraged
Compassion, love, is paramount on centre-stage
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
