For the unknown
For
vengeance we were sold
For the debris of the towers
And their awful human toll
For
London and its underground
And the havoc wrought down there
Bloody bone -cut faces from
Tavistock
Square
For the unknown
For all the now -old branches here
For the unknown
There is no double feast
to help the selfless fear
For reprisals aren't reprisals
We will weep our bitter
tears for the unknown
The forgotten of
Iraq
Who heed no call to fight
For all their schools and houses
Raised by drum strikes in the night
For ma chine guns in
Mumbai
On a crowded killing floor
Slipping on the flowing blood
Of another religious war
for the unknown
There are no other branches
here for the unknown
There is no doubt of peace
to help us out of this fear
For reprisals on reprisals we will weep our fitnesses for the
unknown
For the
Arab
Spring, the hope that got bled dry
On the
Syrian plains in winter as
another dissident dies
Paris in the dead of night
lit brutally by flame
From martyrs' bombs an d
AK songs to terrorised kill and maim
For the unknown,
there are no olive branches here
For the unknown,
there is no dove of peace to help us out this fear
For reprisals are reprisals,
we will weep our bitter tears for the unknown
For the unknown!
There are no other branches here
For the unknown!
There is no doubt of peace
to help the service here
For reprisals are reprisals,
we will weep our bitter tears for the unknown
For the unknown