Let every man that sleeps on your soil sleep in security.

Stop the blood that flows from the veins of unarmed yeomanry and women and children.

Give to the living time to bury and lament their dead in the quietness of private sorrow.
Having performed this work of beneficence and mercy on your inland border, turn, and look with the eye of justice and compassion on your vast population along the coast.

Unclench the iron grasp of your embargo.

Take measures for that end before another sun sets....