Men of the Nile

Men of the Nile Since our water is now blood Should we thirst for ourselves? We need the feel of flood To sweep our troubles past Find us a way through the wave Long tides yet less we pave If all our voyage could be a rave Yet more than this we crave Neck deep in the sea We thirst still Colours thicker than tea Can we see past this? In sight we seem nigh land Yet in fact, we are nine times far As a child we felt the comfort of the glands Thoughts of which comfort comes forth Men of the Nile, here we sigh Our gaze as though to the sky Rum rum suspends us high Only should we not stay belief shy. THE INVINCIBLE PEN