Into the Liars Den

Pray to me, Oh foolish one,
(come on bended knee)
and give to me your offering,
from far across the sea.

Listen to our prattling,
(and thank me for your due)
Praise me through your suffering,
abandon what is true:

I cannot bend, or break just now,
(we battle to the end)
and seek to find in victory,
if broken hearts will mend.

You can cower, if you must,
(and call it courage too)
while I seek the betterment,
of greater men than you.

Cast him out, what foolishness,
(he’s nothing next to me)
Leave him to the enemy,
for all the world to see.

I am power, I am strength
(tougher than you know)
walk away without a friend
and see just where you’ll go.

Banish me, but never hope,
(our freedom won’t be tamed)
for we shall rise in victory,
with hearts no longer maimed.

Many days will come and go,
(through hardship, loss, and rain)
yet still the world will hear us sing—
Ukraine shall rise again.