There is fire in the air
time of old spirits resurgence
moments to ponder
spinning on and on
the grave injustices
of tryweryn, capel celyn
flooded against a peoples will
to provide Liverpool with water
Epynt a community evicted
to make way for a military range.
The time when precious children
were punished and beaten
for simply speaking their native tongue
these acts have never been forgotten
etched in a nations memory
to justify Cymric vision
of putting past wrongs to right
where once their were whispers
voices unite together for independence
no longer wishing to live under chains.
Travelling through waves of longing
hopes and fears forever thronging
among threads and currents flowing
navigated thoughts, rhetoric of belonging
over barricades halting progress
turn the page, open a brand new book
to dream and dare among ubiquitous shoots
as a new season arrives sprouts new routes
drifting in imperceptible process of change
filling pockets with formulas to rearrange.
Desiring a future built from freedom
not some half thought pipe dream
in a peoples uprising of mighty force
the dragon can be truly woken
across hills and valleys
daily delivering strength
igniting passion, a people's will
our underestimated power
filling hearts and minds with pride
with discontent demand a Welsh republic
a truly fair and equal society for its citizens
the British crown of domination abandoned,
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