O, Boring rhetoric speakers
With your government made laws.
We all know already
All that you have to say
And loose ourselves in thoughts
Assembled in a waiting room
A forum with only one
White window, only one
Question – When will they come?
We are waiting for a sign
– O Barbarians!
You shall be so dazzled, confused even
By empty streets and squares.
Only ministers / predators parading
In emeralds and togas carrying
Their canes of gold
While we are waiting here
– Waiting to unfold.
When the night is moving closer
Our excitement grows, but then
We are dazzled, confused even, there are
No barbarians coming, men tell us
Who come in from the borders,
Waiting as well.
And when the night keeps falling
Borders, mayors, home secretaries, the Queen herself
What are we going to do now?
She walks home from the city’s main gate
Cleans her crown of jewels for auctioning, and we,
I guess we’ll slowly leave this room
Maybe leave one or two behind.