BENEATH THE RUBBLE

Awake, you dying eagle. Awake to your long lost pride; To the tide of foreign waters. Look back in time When your virgin charms, as a Bait, the distant climes called. Look forward into the future And match untrammelled into Peace and glory unspeakable. Inhale not this strange air ___ It sneezes; sniff out this Poisoned water ___ it purges. Arise, you dying eaglets And sing in this ship of doom A song of hope; that one song That kept us strong, yes Before things fell apart Prove no tool to your brother's e n d. You now wash clean the distant Climes with your folks' blood? Ah! You're such a flowering bloom Without root. On the RUBBLE were we better Eating yam and red oil... Than now with this drained worms With dead eggs to our death Because, power drunk, we hastened To rise 'above the rubble' We crumble here 'BENEATH the Rubble' Our hope was just a mirage...