We Are More

This morning I saw a glimmer of hope
In the eyes that I met at the door
Of separate futures and confident sutures
To the wounds that we have endured
Oh, you hate the words of war, but baby
Face it! That’s what it’s been for us We were never good fighters or very good soldiers
But through this we are more
It’s Victorian this embroidering ordering and
Sorting of memory to museum quality
In a box we are, we are and we’re art
For the victims and tourists to see
And this victory we’re part of is part and
Parameter of all that has come before
We were never good fighters or very good soldiers
But through this we are more
What’s the harm in ruins, reminds us of who
We were in the darker times
In the pieces of colonies, we’ll find that we follow
A church of our own design
By our best, we’re remembered, baptised we surrender
By air, by water, by shore
We were never good fighters or very good soldiers
But through this we are more
We are more
We are more
We are more
We are more