If it’s down to laying waste our vineyards
And armies that they are burning wheatfields
What else can we do but leave our homes
In this madness all you can think of is getting your family to safety
Anything to get away from the smell of good grain burning
Those that are doing this they should be made to stand on hot coals
The generals they should be made to eat the ash of their doing
Damn my country’s flag and damn the politics around it
Can they not see that I carry on my shoulders
Something more valuable than my own life is to me
One day my son’s life will cross yours
He too will wonder for this short distance
Was it worth it the time we took to count the cost

Ronald Rae