I believe it isnt you
That we hailed
To ride our coupled
Horses
And to caress ad
Claim our eagle
I believe we did not give you the reins
Of our coupled
Horses
Your face seemed
Slightly familiar, but you did
Not get our acclaim
Neither our approval
In whose name are you then
Riding these horses?
And beckoning
Our eagle with pride
And courage and comfidence of he
That got our mandate?
You know, we know; as we know
You know even though your face
Seemed slightly familiar
It look as if a cook
Prepares tea for lunch
We must take breakfast
twice because shackled
We are bereft
Of any other choice.
