Their ship in seas of torment tossed,
Torn asunder, ripped apart
By the lust for glory, fame and greed
Of one whose darkened heart
Set out to feed
Humanity's basest traits
A toxic stew of lies and hate.
Is that light in the darkness dawn or fire?
The world can only watch and wait
But more in sorrow and despair
Than in any hope this soon will end.
All the world feels tension in the air –
We have so little faith in those
On whom the future will depend.
Not my country, not my home,
I weep for thee as though my own.