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When slogans mature into reason
Strewn shadows in this land.
Under the edge of shades
We resurrect, have
Our spirits back
From our roving past.
Even in those clouds of rain
We sit to dialogue
Wish to live, eat
From our diversified source
When we arise, today.
The brilliance of steps i know:
"Let us walk among fallen molehills
My kindred folks, out of trouble"
Innocence be revealed!
Innocence be regained!
Down the forested hills
We roll on, ignoring
The chilling presence of owls
And the terrific thunder of black hearts
Into the reassuring sun of savannah.
Happily, we find our new mantle-peace!
On the crested plate of the round-table
Words loud with warmth.
Easy to swallow
Bitter pills with holy water.
Our mother`s house is alight
With flames of winner`s fireworks.
In our sky, the rainbow is born
When slogans mature into reason
