Clubs in hand,
How they seek to maim,
The idea that is my land.
These winter nights,
Made darker by failed street lights,
They think the dark will hide,
Their intent to terrorise,
To deflect and to divide.
Lets remember Maya,
No matter the terror, still let’s rise,
Lets remember faiz,
No matter the hatred, look them in the eye,
Lets remember Joan, not be a mournful calf,
Be the swallow flying in the sky