You flew with the wind
of change blowing across
the continent screaming
from the rooftops
rousing sleepy neighbourhoods
to collective consciousness
telling the world we have a story
telling the world our story
telling how we lived before
things fell apart
not bullshit concocted in some
European capital
you unnerved not a few
who would rather have us
nod to their imperialist
yarns, but you steadied your voice,
screamed even louder until your
voice drowned their voice
until the world listened
now we hold our heads high
locking horns in foreign capitals