Man-child what did you see
portent so sharp
If the sky turns dark
May the facts still be stark
When only ashes mark the birth of fire
Feed the burnt soil
On your bended knees

What did you fail to see
The [bad word] came over us
It was our loss [bad word] across
From a view drawn in sand
I am that I am
Has sent me unto you
Man-child what did you hear
voice crystal clear
If a bitter end draws near
Will words alone wet your lips
No imaginary force 
Yet ciphers to a great [bad word] 
Free state volunteer