Fly the flag at half-mast For the life that has been spilt, For the wealth that has been built On the bones of men; Fly the flag at half-mast Till the day breaks again. Fly the flag at half-mast For the greed that would not die, For the hate that scorched the sky With envenomed fire; Fly the flag at half-mast For the deeds of men's ire. Fly the flag at half-mast For the love that has been slain, For the conflict's bloody stain On the hopes of men; Fly the flag at half-mast Till the day breaks again. |