Through boom
and bust,
Remain
steadfast as a rock.
Through
heat, haze and dust
And
uncertainty’s mock,
Remain unwavering,
undeterred,
For we
travel the twilight zone
Of a throng
confused and ill-prepared,
But Sitting
pretty on power’s throne.
Hold their views uncomfortable sway
The bit
between their teeth, a stranglehold.
Our ideas
are their ready prey,
The manner
of hope’s suffering, a sad manifold.
Stand strong
and shine those eyes already keen,
Prevail you
must, what choice have we got?
Pray, do
full justice to where you’ve been
And deliver lasting victory, sweet and hard-fought.
