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.