Lend an ear my dear friend To a voice of a thousand waters Howling, wailing, lamenting And finally screeching in rage- The voice of a million dead Rising out of their graves At the strike of the bell- Bloody and putrid. Be not a deaf to its call You've ignored it long enough To ceaselessly haunt your nights And hold you by the throat. Hark! It demands heat, The cold ate so much of its flesh And reduced it to a ghastly nightmare Made of insatiable hunger for liberty. You knew that voice, my friend 'Tis the voice who lives within you- Oppressed, repressed, and bound By the cruel chains of your unfaithfulness. You betrayed it by living a lie And wearing your cheap mask. No longer it shall remain silent, It shall make up for your shortness of courage, It shall steal you from the hands of conformity And shall wrap its arms around you. It shall rise up in revolt To take back what is due to it And grasp back the power To leave the usurper in ashes. ...