What shall we do with the injured mother?
What shall we do with the fallen father?
What shall we do with their thirsty child
In the desert dying?
Leave them there and just ignore them? (Sung in tones of disbelief)
Pretend we’re islands, despite the poet?
How can we not be diminished?
If a single one lies dying?
If that’s the law, then the law needs changing
If that’s the law, then we need some new ones
If that’s the law, then the law’s illegal
We won’t let them die there.