Self Rule.

The sail that catches the wind of change
Shakes the lives of kindred spirits
Banished thus to never reach a destination
In life we are but pushed not driven
Our conscience judge and jury both
No life in exile deemed worth living
Such constant peace never raised a smile
If nothing else the daring senses
Lead us to a common fate

The wild exuberant petulant child
Sings for supper and always eats.
But time tick tocks with adult humour
No escape from minutes plus
Our chants our slogans fade to history
The shouts still echoed lost for us.
And time will prove our own undoing
For we are but specs of dust.
Such self importance sent forth spewing

Reality no check for us.