For the debris of the towers
And their awful human toll
London and its underground
And the havoc wrought down there
Bloody bone -cut faces from
For all the now -old branches here
to help the selfless fear
For reprisals aren't reprisals
Who heed no call to fight
For all their schools and houses
Raised by drum strikes in the night
On a crowded killing floor
Slipping on the flowing blood
There are no other branches
There is no doubt of peace
to help us out of this fear
For reprisals on reprisals we will weep our fitnesses for the
Spring, the hope that got bled dry
Syrian plains in winter as
Paris in the dead of night
AK songs to terrorised kill and maim
there are no olive branches here
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
There are no other branches here
There is no doubt of peace
For reprisals are reprisals,
we will weep our bitter tears for the unknown