Longer
Start to sound like nothing at all:
When their back’s are up against the wall,
And the Empire’s fortress starts to fall.
I hear there’s a concert for grieving;
Down at Altamount;
Surmon on the Mount;
There is a gospel for the good:
Misappropriated, misunderstood.
Come on! Give us a reason,
Instead of an act of treason,
Against your collective self.
This abandoned nation, sometime, somewhere,
Left its very heart on the shelf.
Copyright © Stephanie Kjaerbaek | Year Posted 2006
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