The wind plays a slave song
On an aging violin, the air
Is steel wire taught with anticipation
The once cowering flowers stand tall
Military rows in the parks
Waiting for a signal.
Mountains of steel and glass
Drown beautifully. A ceasless reveille
Thunders as nature rises, coup d'etat
Roaring lioness, whirling green.
The earth's bowel rumbles
She engulfs the tyrant ants
That hold her river prisoner.
This glorious revolution came
Crashing through winding terraces,
A tempest of hope dissolved foundations
Let downtrodden earth praise sky again.
Starched clouds sing as a new city
Breaks through shining concrete
Clean of corruption, baptised
By the holy water of the Thames.
