If you could fly across the city
Today would be a good day
A census of the people would be in order
Of who stays and who goes

It’s a powerful Christmas day
People need its message of pee
But the reality is, they forget

Christmas day
Good morning, Kate Adie
Driving in a land rover
Her camera man recording
The forgotten children
The grieving mothers in burkas
The rootless, the roofless
Those without a kingdom
Those with no part in war
Those who are only
Celluloid heroes