01 Jun 1998
Our apologies, good friends, for the fracture of order
The burning of paper instead of children
We could not, help us God, do any other
Our hearts see the Land of the Burning Children
We live in the One born to make trouble
With him walk and with him we die
On the side of the poor, forever we struggle
And with that One, up there in the sky
Thirty years later, the blood is still flowing
The children are burning, the lies are growing
Thirty years later, violence still turns
And we, we know well, our hearts still burn
We come here today with God as our witness
With love as a guide and truth as a shield
To unmask, disarm, celebrate, announce
The coming reign of the Calmer of Seas