OUR TURF
I watched the sky blue and clear
And whispered the morning song
Memories lingered of yesteryear
When we talked all night long
Ask them "For what sins are we here"
They say "We obey our leader and we do fear"
Our people with thoughts of far and near
Shed their tears of grim remorse
They churn our honour into dust and more
We the people of ancient folklore
"Your time has come" the soldiers swore
With venom and anger they smite our core
I dreamed last night of bygone days
When we laughed and joked
And consumed Auntie's magical cakes
Days of forgiveness, cast in stone
Do you remember Horace
And his garden of hyacinths
The bottom end was marshy
And full of lilies
Who will talk of such glories after we are gone
This sacred turf, where the skylarks once sang our songs.
Will it become our resting place, forever deprived
Of our laughter and gaiety
The perfidy of human kind
Frederick Frampton