We sit adjacent in the cradle of thought
Addressing nought but our eardrums for
The possibility of a warm utterance
‘Hello there, I see you’re alone’.
Hammer too heavy to shape the stone,
Made known how irrational
The national badge of retaining, constraining
The taming of the void.
Though let our sight be clasped by the annoyed
Tones of relations, patience inflated to face our needs,
Displeased as they sanction our desire for greed,
By this wave of reflection it is we bleed.
Though choice shall entitle how we proceed
To pick up the scriptures align with the speed
Of our wit and the height of our strength.
At length are the elders in awe, the portraits of glee
Concealed within the pate of thee.
The faithful forgotten, unseen, rejected,
Ignited rhythms to be elected,
Our violet flame thus far perfected.
From reassurance we shall stand
As ourselves, united, hand in hand.