the thirteenth of march history was made

this is the day when they captured true blue

and mongoose died never to rise again

when laughing women children and grown men

looked at the world and saw  it grow brand-new

we all had hope that no force could subdue

our best desire and the right moment when

all hearts would cease to hurt so we could then

bring the true world we wanted into view

had at last come now all is back to where

the old men with the whip said it should be

no one would want that but it is the fact

our only memory is a passing tear

added in vain to the encircling sea

and we just laugh at the whole useless act

the message that binds

somewhere a cable lies beneath the sea

and signals move like sparks across the ooze

while far above pass large ships and canoes

 

the frigate bird cannot say it is free

above the odours of sweat and refuse

somewhere a cable lies beneath the sea

 

and some smart boy dreaming beneath a tree

will think about it and perhaps may choose

to send a message or might learn the news

somewhere a cable lies beneath the sea

slope looking west

the humble task of mixing shit in soil

is one you don't forget nor yet how weak

the body turns and this duty is meek

you have been told this is no complex broil

requiring thought one day the seeds uncoil

out of the earth since it is light they seek

but now you have to work and not to speak

service to hunger means that you must toil

what has been spent is more than simple light

emerging from the heart but soon betrayed

into declaring more than it could bear

rather the product of some final fight

that you got into when you were afraid

how much would hang on just a single tear