The invisible foe revealed itself,
slipping through the cover of night,
inflicting every corner of the globe
with suffering, misery and blight
Yet it took this thing so very very small,
a tiny speck, a little strand.
something the people could not even view,
to finally see, to finally understand.
As they heard that old voice,
whispering wise from skies deep blue
It was then that they remembered,
what was central, vital and true
The true heroes among them
wearing cap, glove and gown,
where unseen were they before
now rightfully receive the crown
And the darkness was lifted!
And the light poured through!
the chests of the people breathed free again
the lungs of the world breathed clean again
Then folk from across the four corners
the six cradles, the seven shores,
slowly emerged from their quarters
gathering in circles to merrily sing.
They set out together,
to build a New World most better.
and what was once seven,
Rose Up to become One
One song to sing
One bell to ring
One hope to bring
in the people’s New Spring
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