name after name recorded on the wall
a sombre history of the long crime
against us all now fading into time
made by those giants who to us seem
small
through urgent years when little
could appal
our fervent thoughts when worlds
were at their prime
(so we believed) yet we feared the
dark slime
that seemed to lurk awaiting our
long fall
now it’s the turn of those who would
proclaim
a better day and shout it very loud
so even the ancestors could rejoice
but we who are uncertain of our
flame
no longer urgent and no more as
proud
are not so eager to exalt our voice
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