A Dragon King in Sleepy Pride Rock
PEOPLE OF THIS GREAT COUNTRY,
I AM THE MOUTH PIECE OF OUR DRAGON KING,
THE INVISIBLE HAND,
THE BRINGER OF MUSIC TO YOUR EARS
I BRING YOU GOOD NEWS, THE KING OF PRIDE HAS FALLEN IN THE DEEPEST SLUMBER OF ALL TIMES
ALL MEN AND WOMEN THAT CAN STAND UPRIGHT SHOULD FIND THEIR WAY TO THE TOWN SQUARE…
LOANS AND TOOLS ARE ALL WAITING FOR THE BRAVE….
DO NOT BE TROUBLED, THIS IS NO UNCHARTED WATER
THIS IS THE LAND OF FRIENDSHIP, YOUR FORE FATHERS
HAVE ONCE GONE BEFORE YOU, THEY SWAM THE MUDDY
CLAYS AND SUNBATHED IN THE SUN
KING OF PRIDE ROCK HAS BEEN HYPNOTISED BY KILOS OF GOLD
BARS
THERE IS CRY IN ONE OF THE PAPERS
THEY SAY THE KING OF PRIDE ROCK HAS BEEN EXPOSED , AN IMPOSTER
A MONKEY SITTING IN THE LION’S SEAT
A REVOLUTION IS ON THE EDGE AMDITS THE ARRIVAL OF IMMIGRANTS.
WE WOULD RATHER HAVE IMMIGRANTS THAN OUR TREES VANISH
STOP,
LETS GO TO THE BEGINNING
(HUMMING STARTS WITH A LOW TRAIN SOUNDS)
THERE IS A SONG SUNG BY MY PEOPLE OF MEN AND WOMEN THAT
CAME FROM THE FAR EAST YEARS AGO, MANY YEARS AGO
TO TOIL IN OUR SAVANNAH LANDS… THEY SING OF HOW THE FOREIGNERS
CARRIED HEAVY METALS, SIDE BY SIDE WITH OUR FATHERS THEY DANCED
TO THE SONGS OF SOLIDARITY
THEY DID NOT COME TO HARVEST THE ALL OUR ENDANGERED TREES
THEY DID NOT COME TO ENSLAVE MY PEOPLE
THERE IS A SONG SUNG BY MY PEOPLE OF MEN AND WOMEN THAT
CAME FROM THE FAR EAST YEARS AGO, MANY YEARS AGO
TO TOIL IN OUR SAVANNAH LANDS, IT SAYS IF YOU RUB A DRY COB
ON RAIL LINE YOU WILL HEAR STORIES OF THEIR LOVED ONES , THE SONGS
THE POETRY
THEY DID NOT EAT IN THE HOUSES OF GREEDY MEN
THEY DID NOT GRAB LAND OR BUSINESSES
THEY DANCED SIDE BY SIDE WITH OUR FATHERS, A SONG OF SOLIDARITY,
A SONG OF FREEDOM, A DIFFICULT DANCE SLEEPER AFTER.
THERE IS A SONG SUNG BY MY PEOPLE OF MEN AND WOMEN THAT
CAME FROM THE FAR EAST YEARS AGO. THEY HAVE NOT MADE A SONG ABOUT YOU.
THE ONES TO SING IT ARE NOT YET BORN
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