Shake! Awake! Shake! Awake! The sun. Is up! Rise up! Rise up! Open eyes! Beneath Blue skies. Cast off Sleep’s reins. See! The plains. No sleep! Breath deep! Sun warms. No storms. Stretch arms. Take arms. Run! In the sun! Take bow! Go! Take spear! Disappear! When Wind blows. Lift nose. And scent why they sent for you. They come! They run! See! The birds. Speak. No words. Watch them lead. They will feed. Feel the land. Trust your hand. See grass sway. They come this way. Feel the ground. Hear the sound. Thunderous sound. All around. A mound of meat. Trust your feet. Spear and bow. Blood will flow. With one voice. We rejoice! And the buffalo pass, to greener grass.
Tradition is the echo of oppression
The long shadow of old power
The dark night of the poor
A back drop for wealth’s fireworks
Yet its the poor who cling
Fast to slow-moving tradition
As the controllers far above
Play their fears like violin strings
Mare Nostrum We don’t support it They said So it is gone In other words Let them die Stopping people dying Might encourage them to live And after all What are they But the victims of war And rape and torture Who wants them cluttering up the place?