We stand on the dawn
Of a timid new age
Fuelled by a cauldron
Of hostility and rage
In the name of a freedom
Locked ourselves in a cage
We stand on a brink
Where flag-waving fools
Cause warm hearts to sink
Whilst people become tools
Hope chooses not to think
When blind satisfaction rules
We stand at the edge
For some bitter change
Where losing is winning
In a world made so strange
Making the win everything
At a cost so deranged
We live in an age
Of anger and doubt
So quick to outrage
Whether for in or for out
Your race, youth or age
Causes the others to shout
We stand near the end
Of a bitter lost fight
Where friend turns on friend
Under cover of spite
What will the dawn bring
From a long cold last night
MAWH, 300120
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