Those: Humanitarians

The novelty is never lost on those
Those that know that tides will turn
The barrier never breached for these
These battle weary men

The bounty is never quarried by
Those that know that all must win
Even in their contentment
They realise that all are kin

In this close knit circle
In this web of truth
Those humanitarian
Women, men

Anti-sectarian
Brothers, sisters fight
Those who are good and pure
Push for what is right

They will be the reconciled of Eden
Fixed stars like a bright celestial friend
Burning, hopeful, bright
As if appeared as heaven sent,
To guard the weak through night