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The Final Foe

Do you hear a distant trumpet,
can you hear a clarion call
Or stand you idly dreaming
and hear no tone at all?

Do you feel the earth a-tremble
As your enemies assemble
With war horse hooves abounding
and with challenge fierce resounding
Do you see the sunrise gleaming
on their spears and banners streaming
Can you hear the crashing rattle
of the war drums' call to battle
Or do you sleep, my friend
and droop your head withal?

For while we slept upon our grave
and to the foeman 'vantage gave
We sowed therein which we must reap
the harvest of our slothful sleep

Australians rise, or rise no more
for death is nigh the fatal shore
By traitors led, by traitors sold
for blood soaked chests of traitors' gold
Honour now your fathers' blood
for freedom shed in crimson flood,
Yet honour more above all things
the Lord of Lords and King of Kings
For if we do He will abide
and He will stand and turn the tide

Do you hear a distant trumpet
can you hear a clarion call
Or stand you idly dreaming
and hear no tone at all?

Martin Lear, 1999

Poetry by Martin Lear, Kingaroy, Queensland, Australia