A weary social consciousness arose,
whilst public adulation reveals
a personification of hope;
what of our communal yesterday?

We, the refugees of our past mistakes,
embodies a bush that no longer burns,
consumed in fervent disappointment and disgust.

Our faith is now justly rewarded -
an olive branch has been offered;
and on one shoulder lay what we only

dare to hope, 'Perhaps, perhaps...'
the journey to that time and day
begins today, sworn in resolutely.

The weary arise to lift their chins.
The din roars above the pros and cons.
No person can lead a nation and a globe;
what of our communal tomorrow...?*




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