Feelings/images of war through the ages. |
Without a home, without a heart Without a hope, our forward march Resonated. Drumming, drumming, drumming Ever in my mind, echoing my heart Or is it my heart echoing the drums? Order has been cast off like a tattered cloak And I drown under invisible weights Bearing the fat man’s ever-growing yoke As he stares from afar, his nose tipp’d down At our meagre efforts with each man down He plunges the dagger, “send more down!” And ever and we go—down, down, down Into the trenches and many further still They stare from their thrones beneath tiny hill Built in haste by those who cling to hope Even as it fades with each master stroke For the Motherland! We cry, They cried, We cried. But now it is the others Who cry on our behalf, for there are no tears left to cry. For our brothers! Is the new chant, and within it For ourselves. For in places of madness The animal takes hold. Within our hearts (our tortured hearts) we hold a fighting glow At least that’s what they tell our mothers While we wait en masse Death Row United in will! united in heart! United in death is all we know. |