We are a dead steelworks

We are a dead pit

We are a dead community

We have become a dead grandmother

We are a dead altruism

We are a dead society

We are a morally-dead nation

We have become a dead grandmother

We are a friend to Suharto

We are a friend to Pinochet

We are a friend to apartheid

We have become a dead grandmother

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power

and all that beauty all that wealth ‘ere gave

awaits alike th’inevitable hour

the paths of glory lead but to the grave

within which

the lady may well be turning.

We have become a dead grandmother.