Our Son has come home

Our son has come home

From the lost battles in a foreign land

Where the snow has choked the night

Through the bitter streets of loneliness

Our son has lost his head

And forgotten to walk with grace

He paces round the room

Dressed in doomed disgrace

What was fire has now become water

What was rich has now become poor

Our son has forgotten to dance

Like the noble masquerade of the fire forest

Our son has forgotten to dance, and pray and sing

Through troubled moments

He has been poisoned in his sleep

By a group of Gentlemen

Our son has forgotten to be…

An African