I lay in your arms on a
Vacant bed of Poppies                                  
Watching a midnight blue sky                                                      
As ancient ferns opened curtains wide                                            
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Cathedral upon cathedral                                                        ­        
Passed before our vision                                                           ­       
Each belled more splendid than the next                                    
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Slave doors were but half opened                                                
We saw arches being lifted                  
Marx and Brecht nodding in agreement                                      
We turned and rested in "I AM"                                                      
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The poppies faded                                                            ­              
Their red turning to blood                                                            ­    
Black centres becoming
AFRIKA !

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