meditation on the hither shore

so much is silenced by the hungry sea

forgotten centuries that weren't all grief

the glimmer of the waves is no relief

not urgent voices bidding us let be

ignore the past be humble bend the knee

to those far wiser suspend all mischief

and turn the raging mind back to belief

in angry gods of the smooth bourgeoisie

now we're the ones who always must atone

not for our sins but for your fathers' lies

making great efforts in these brighter days

not to disturb the ancient broken bone

nor to take hold of the bright golden prize

but leave to you the honour and the praise