They set up their emblems
All around us and
Hem  us in. Hear the jeers
And  the wayward voices
Of the lost, how they howl
For  our blood, for the last
Tree to be cut down and the
Earth's waters to be shed to our
Utter ruin. O do not leave us
To  despair and the taunts of the
Empty-hearted.  We  long for you
Like a thirst in the desert,
To  plant your seeds and grow
Our  crop all tall and strong,
O  do not leave us alone to
The  bitter winds of mourning
And  the dust. Raise us O
King, raise us because you
Must.   Their banners are too
Faint to withstand your hand.
0  succour us for the
Sake of your own  land.
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