Fear is a place, that hides in your mind,
Jungle of green, moist and most hidden,
Hides the young warriors that crawl in the grass.
So look to the left, Quickly? and see ones foe.

Soldier of silence from East and West,
Rouge killers of many are given a quest.
There’s no bridges to build or rivers to span,
So carry your feelings in a tin can.

Colonial conquests keep peril at bay,
Wait for the signs and open your eyes.
Hear my voice, fear not young man,
Your children are yet to be born,
So do not scorn,
For it’s not your time.