by Quincy Saul and Kanya D'Almeida, July 31 2014
The fruit is ripened, ready now to drop
When we embrace the fire as our light --
Tis time to yield our strange and bitter crop
When we destroy the empire's endless night.
Before the earth was ours we were the earth
When honest work leaves people standing tall:
The destiny and purpose of our birth:
When creatures are all honoured, big and small.
The pot of gold at rainbow's end is lost:
Horizons beckon, humans draw your straws...
Twixt pirates, priests and pencils poised to plot,
Truth, beauty and kindness are our cause.
To love, to laugh, to wonder and to fight
Through death and lies, with eyes upon the prize,
To seize the day upon high seas of night
Against your fears, ye mighty people, rise!
When the real dragon flies out of the gate
We will choose between villages and states.