The world’s not ending, it just feels like it is
Hide the women and the kids
From shattered glass and bulging hands
That seek to claim a sunken land
White flags in arm and drunk tattoos
Nothing to gain, nothing to lose
It’s a face we’ve seen before
1945, 2024.
With wretched breath they clamour tall
Paint P*ki and n****r at our door
But believe us, as we’ve known before
There’s a power grown beyond these shores
A history too strong to break
A spirit too bold to shake
Arm in arm, and hand in hand
Immigrants made this land.
In 30 years we’ll tell our kids
The world’s not ending, it just feels like it is.
- Draft 1