How far we’ve fallen from a land of grace,
How did we get to this over holy place?
A history filled legacy,
From what point, faith, destiny?
The place we came from, so far,
The stage we’re at now,
Below par!
There are so many lands we built up,
Over many years,
But now our own, we’ve come to tears 
For some it all started in 1956,
But that would not be even one sixth.
For others we will go back to 1498,
And still that won’t be adequate.
So what of history, the revealing truth,
The land, the people, the native youth.
Their lives, their goals, crushed so hard,
For shiny peebles in the yard.
The guile, the cunning, a part of it all,
In the end a fall, or tall?
