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