has returned to our Isle,
E nduring the rapture,
of victroy’s rile,
R elentless is thy mystery,
of those finds,
E ach corner has a sanctuary
of peace for its minds,
N estling thy neighbours,
with peace and tranquility,
D istancing the vendors,
of hatred and instability,
I n you our Isle of paradise,
one now finds,
P eace, sans terror’s vice,
and love of all kinds,
