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Wake Asia Wake - Part One - 5

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Wake Asia Wake - Part One - 5

And take the tasks in your own hands  the tasks of your own fate
      do not let the helper from elsewhere tell you what is best
      what is best for you in his words is always infinitely better for him
                                                           Wake! Wake! Asia! Now!
The poor   the misguided in streets and villages weigh on consciences
       for you have always let them be in their ignominious plight
       show them how   share with them your superior knowledge
                                                            Wake! India! Wake!
Differences only persist because you want them to
       it is enough to show them what causes their bodies to weaken
       it is enough to feed their minds with that little which will grow in time
                                                             Wake! India! Wake!
If you give them no running water and the drains and pipes of evacuation
            if the rubbish that piles up behind huts and mansions heaves and humps
            if you dung and spray in the open air to feed legions of flies and insects
                                                              Wake! O! India! Wake!
The food that they serve you will be from unclean hands
            and the tourist will bypass the hotel and soon the sub-continent
            and there’d be little use in saying  we the upper castes we live in godly-cleanliness
                                                               Wake! India! Wake!
And shatter the dream of the purity of untarnished blood
             there are just those who are born with blood and bones legs hands eyes
             and those who think they are twice-born with more than just that
                                                                Wake! India! Wake!
We have all but one mother  over that great eastern divide of the Black Continent
              in the nuit des temps our dreams stood up on hind legs
              and uttered the words we now mouth in Babelic tongues
                                                                  Wake! O Asia! Wake!
And take upon yourselves the task of showing those who falter in spent spurious dreams
             that the age of conquerors is an age brought to a standstill in history books
             that buying and selling is all the commerce conquerors can peddle nowadays
                                                                 Wake! Asia! Wake!
(Continued in Part One - 6)

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  1. Date: 6/14/2012 8:42:00 AM
    so much truth in the last verse. I am enjoying this read, T! Hugs, catie :)