The eagle will no
longer soar,
the bear will rest
and the snakes
of terror will
feed on our souls,
the earth will
rebuke us and
the sun will
burn away our sins.
We are a people,
not a race or a colour,
for our civilization
to flower, we
must embrace our
differences,
bless the land with
our gratitude
and let our
souls transcend.
Then the eagle will
soar, the bear will
dance and the snakes
will lay in wait.
Fate is ours to decide.
