First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | страница 181

the slain ones in the hands of Badoo,
Who knows what's next?
Should the bereaved bones still cry?
Which among our dry bones tell us who was rich, powerful or poor?
The beauty of the vulture is seen as corruption ebbs our soul away,
the gallant peacock of hard work has been subjected to penury,
as mice scrapping off leftovers.
Why are we still sleeping?
Shouldn't we be awake by now?
Who taught us how to slumber?
Our ancestors, our leaders, you, me?
The hour of judgment is upon us!
The time to be awake is, now!
Where is our consciousness?
Akinyemi Akinmusire
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