Tunefully, our phoenix rises,
Dormant for a million Kaisers,
One accrued the power due her,
Now in salutations drawn of blood...
A symphony of hallowed burning,
Thrice, the smell of cattle churning,
Again amongst the simple tides,
Therapeutic masterminding, of a new-born nation.
Out of place, horrific lying,
Borne of silenced, youthful, crying,
Once again I summon thee,
To come before the tolling of our over-crowded,
Feather shrouded,
Un-confounded, bell.














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