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Thursday, 10 August 1995 17:29 |
Today another Miltonian is born
An owne not afraid to stand on his own
And listen- he sings the song of his brothers
Alone, yet in union with thousands of others
So that not as a mob but as individuals
So that only in purity, not in dark rituals
The manhood is drilled into our youth
So that we may fight hand, nail and tooth
To the end- to the end as in "hard core"
Yes, those before, they fought it- they know
Like those after us will sing it out loud
When they've over our graves silently bowed
We've fought, we've won! Quit ye! O quit ye!
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow- leave us be
Or we'll run over you in our anger and wrath
Few survive who stand in our path
Like men, yes quit ye- yell it everywhere
Quit ye forever-
the brotherhood that we share.
© Fungai James Tichawangana
To my school, Milton High
10 August 1995
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