Exiled and Abroad
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
Violent hands will perform in measure
In the unshrinking station of your cause
Of sorrow with its air-drawn dagger
In wicked dreams I would the friends we missed
Keep the word of promise underwrit
Baited with the cries of, "hold, enough!"
I see thee still, I see thee still
Pronounce it for me, both sides are even
Pronounce it for me, pronounce it for me
More hateful to mine ear, hired to bear
Their staves that way the noise is fight
And young, young, too young, his tale is told
His leafy screens thrown down, down, down
Pronounce it for me, both sides are even
Pronounce it for me, both sides are cloven
Writer/s: Annelies Zijderveld
