Come and rise dear brother of mine
Advance to the fore, and see the sign

Wake up from your shallow grave
Open your eyes and witness the knave

Their reign has dried the fertile land
They buried the books in the sand

They lead the zealous without respite
And the zealous cried day and night

A question presented to the chameleon
The questions treated as a rebellion

The questioner killed with ink and paper
Condemned and rendered as a traitor

Follow me for this is the truth, they sighed
The boat that rocked and then capsized

A blaze upon it, started years before
The spark that finally came to the fore

And upon its ashes we sit and wait
For the new king to rise and vacillate

And after the storm comes a cloud
Blocking the sun with its white shroud

We pray and hope for it to clear
But it lingers like our deepest fears

A thought of what may have been
A regret of which we now dream