To Wake the Sleeping

. . .
When the Earth dries and cracks;
And it is felt upon the souls and backs
Of all those walking in the midst,
Of a chaos orchestrated of liars tricks
A uniting cause will redefine
The divisions and dividing lines
And to wake the sleeping
Will be their rite
So all rise up before the plight
And come they before that dawn
Planting the seed
Of an Earth reborn
. . .