What happened to the wing?
The militant league of the past
Did they fade away like legends
Of the black and white days
When peace was ruled out
They never did reach their mandate
They gave in to the route
Chose the easy path back home
A place of deception
Where thieves sell back stolen goods
To their victims
We watched on for years
Never questioned the thieves
Because we're good with theatricality
We love to paint in this country
The outside world has that image
Of course it warms the heart
But what happened to the wing?
The militant league of the past
Because the real picture was painted
Just yesterday by the born free
It shed some light on this
dark
Place we call home
