Home of the Saved

City grey walled in the distance

Dusty roads white from the sun

Doctors disease has to live here

Nursing the sons

One who can stray from the shepherds

Heralds an outbreak of gloom

Lost from relations unheard of

Show us the tombs

Home for the lonely, home for the new born

Home for the plague, unclean

Please for salvation and mercy

Burn on bureaucracy`s pen

Figure lay waste to the saviours

Blinded again

Virus becomes epidemic

Throats grip with panic and fear

No flight from quarantine stations

Dying is here

Home for the lonely, home for the aged

Home for the plague, unclean

Lookouts lie bare on the ramparts

Cinemas boarded and closed

Immunized peace rests uneasy

Dying is done

Home for the lonely, home for the new born

home for the plague

Home for the lonely, home for the aged

home for the plague

Home of the fetish, home of the hatred,

home of the saved