No news is good news was raised the cries
Now the box is open; Pandora deeply sighs
All grubby news gathering done and spent
Too late, too late the countries patience is rent

How do we stand up when it all falls down?
Streets, communities, villages and town
The tide has turned and taken us out to sea
I look to land but see only shadows of me

We gave it all away to such eager hands
Covetously desiring to reshape the lands
A war is lost without an opening round
Too late, too late was our awakening found?