Are our memories so short that we could call this history 
And the mystery 
Of the Emerald Isle 
Is how we survived the trial 
Of invasion 
And the abrasion 
Still shows in galactic consciousness 
As we struggle to address 
The appropriate evil to compensate
For why we were in that state
It seemed like there was nothing we could do 
Except rebel, rebel 
But it was a kind of hell 
As they starved the land of its people 
And we replaced futility with a steeple
And prayed to a God we knew not of
Because only Divine Love
Could be our salvation
As we were collateral damage for a nation
Who’s only goal was empire 
And I wonder they never tire 
Of the chains they induce
And they seduce 
The whole world with their lies
And now it tries 
To deceive again 
Because in the realm of men
Killing and war are necessary
But children are not an accessory
To the damage you do 
Yes, I am talking to you
You equivocate
And evaluate
What you do by some measure
But your treasure 
Is not to be found in the blood of the young
Or a people to succumb
To what you want to achieve
I know you believe 
In what you say
But I see another way
To mend the broken wall
Try letting the damn thing fall