Across the sea
Our fathers came,
To land cursed,
Cursed with shame.
Bathed in blood,
Blood on our hands;
Injustice burns,
Bunrs our eyes.
What have we done?
Judgment comes
To a race of slaves,
Slaves of greed.
Creation cries, heal this land;
Heal our hearts from this hate.
Makes us one, Jesu come.
Upon this shore
Was born a lie;
A desolate cry
On an empty land.
Empty of love,
Compassion has died;
Dead in the womb,
Mery no more.
What have we done?
Judgment comes
To a race of slaves,
Slaves of greed.