On a Round Table
On a round table
They sought
out the hands of our
band masters
For
dialogue. Masters in
whom’s back we
Gathered
courage to make
noises which sounded
In the
sheer hollowness of
the wolves ear,
Over our
barren land and
polluted water
We matched
down the streets,
nooks and cranny
With song
of emancipation
To restore
our motherland and
dreams lost in day
time.
On a round
table
Our band
masters broke the
oath of allegiance.
Our voice
rest in silence as
we watch them
Speak in
forked tongues
And with
painted words, they
keep the words
Of promise
to our ears and
break it to our hope
Then we
realize we were
without warriors.
On a round
table
We lost it
all, the tumult and
shouting died
Bands are
gone
More shall
still come.
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