WHITE SAND RED SAND
see
the soldiers marching off to war
watch them like so many times before
trails of blood lead to the mainland
trails of dust left in the white sand
twisted effigies of pain that linger here
forevermore
hear the sound of violence in the air
screams that seem to come from everywhere
this is how we build a nation
we blanket it in our defecation
sleep in confidence now knowing
that god is on our side
we have the right, we have the wrong
we have the will to carry on
we close our eyes to count the cost
but what is gained when all is lost