As strands of severed lives
Slip, let loose their tenuous thread
Anxiety, fear and criminal dread
Hold fast no more their morbid jives.

Was all a dream or nightmare felt?
Did weird turn to wonder?
Did these heinous lies allow their plunder
Or are we heading fast to light, to melt?

Now is the time we rise and feel
The turning tides of centuries drown
And witness all travesty taken down
Replaced by Sovereign real.

I yearn to hold my brothers’ hand
My sisters, mothers, fathers, bold
Enwrapped in love, abundance, joy unfold
‘Tis now the time, the hour for such a band.

No one, no thing, can sever such
Our unity, once small, now huge
Broadcasts wide a magical deluge
From here on in, never too much.

Those croaking “More slavery, please”
Will soon have eyes and ears cracked
When realising the wrong horse they backed
And all awake, savouring sweet release.

So, gird your loins, bring out the sword
Of Truth whose clarion none can dispute
As Freedom true and strong is our root
As Equity is our bond and word

The sun is rising, the mists do clear
We’re laying ground for all to hear
The criminals, the murderers all
We’ll mete out justice, see them fall.

This year will ripen, fecund in growth,
Just feel the richness of life and joy both
Returning freedom, long held in store
For that glorious moment ever more

Bless us all, may light return
And with it all our hopes transpire
For what we have and what we hold
Will for all eternity be told.

©2022 Jonathan Trapman