Awake for longer than forever
and since before eternity
my waking is the wave that froths and foams
Awake in hymns and the mailmen's passion
Awake in a house that will be destroyed
in a grave that machines will dig up:
my country is the wave that froths and foams
Awake so that the colonizers might leave
Awake so that people can sleep
"Everyone has to sleep sometime," they say
I am awake
and ready to die
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