The Awakening

 

Awakening by Eddy Morrison

To Them we are but children
sleeping in our Lottery Halls
Be dull be dumbed my child
and We will look after things

To Them we are mere cattle
Herded through our days
and slaughtering ourselves
at Their bidding

To Them we are a sleeping Nation
near comatose under Their Order
Do not think
Their dungeons await

Yet to Them we are Their Doom
and a people are stirring

and false dreams are ending
Awake now - and throw off Their chains