Audio Rock

O the rock!
On the beggared habitation
Where our destinies drift like smoke
Journey in empty promises
Sceptre after sceptre

Do not query those stolen from independence
Where lies their fate
Their destination is known
Bones made dead from amalgamation
Pavements along the grave
Where music strangely sung
Played by fugitives
Soar in soured governance

No respite
No soothing
Nothing can be done
To change the tide of the sea
The ship has sailed beyond oblivion