In quiet times, the flock moved slow,
obeyed the dogs where they must go.
Barks were orders, and orders fate,
none dared question the path they’d take.
Heed this warning, country-born:
When dogs allow the wolves to feed,
the flock will rise as One and turn
against the fallen farmer's greed.
Wolves emerged from hidden caves,
hunger's drool and heart depraved.
The Dogs step back and let them claim,
After the harm, they bark again.
Heed this warning, country-born:
When dogs allow the wolves to feed,
the flock will rise as One and turn
Protect the country's honoured seed.
The farmer sat with pipe and tune,
growing fat beneath the moon.
He played while danger filled the field,
never lifting hand nor shield.
Heed this warning, country-born:
When dogs allow the wolves to feed,
the flock will rise as One and turn
To defend all with act and deed
When the young ram's refused this way,
They stood their ground and chose to say:
“Silence shapes the tyrant’s throne
but strong voices know to guide their own.”
Heed this warning, country-born:
When dogs allow the wolves to feed,
the flock will rise as One and turn
when no-one listens to their needs.
One voice rose, then two, then more,
until the flock became a roar.
The dogs stepped back, the wolves withdrew,
the farmer faced a truth he knew.
Heed this warning, country-born:
When dogs allow the wolves to feed,
the flock will rise as One and turn
the country to a land that's freed

Outro

Pass this chant from tongue to tongue,
for all to know, from old to young.
For silence fattens those who rule
stand as One and break what's cruel.



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