They built the tower not to reach the gods
But to prove the gods were no longer necessary
And so the tongue was shattered into thousands
And every shard became a border, became a boundary
The legions marched through Gaul and burned the libraries
They melted down the gods and poured them into coins
The dignities of nations went to auction in the forum
And Rome called it expansion — called it joining
The Spanish Crown arrived with cross and lexicon
One to save your soul, one to erase your name
They taught the children that their mother's tongue was devil's work
And filled the silence with the language of the chain
The pattern does not cease — it only finds new classrooms
Residential schools across the Canadian north
They cut the braids, forbade the songs, rewrote the children
And called it education — called it progress — called it worth
[VERITAS VOX — Chorus I]
(Feminine vocal)
Every tongue they buried is still speaking underground
Every name they erased is carved in the root
Agares rides the crocodile through falling empires
What they tried to silence — he returns to you
The dignity they stripped is not destroyed
It runs beneath the rubble and the flood
What ran away will always find its way back
Language is the blood — and blood is blood
[THE PROPHET — Verse II]
(Masculine vocal)
The earthquake does not choose between the palace and the hovel
The fault line runs beneath the throne and slave alike
But somehow every rescue team arrives at the cathedral
While the barrios are still counting what they lost that night
Haiti shook in twenty-ten and fifty nations pledged their billions
The money moved through NGOs that no one could account for
The dignity of a people leveraged into dependency
While foreign contractors rebuilt the ports and counted
The runaway returns — Agares guarantees it
The colonized tongue emerges from beneath the grave
The Welsh revive their language in the schoolrooms
The Lakota teach their children what was taken by the state
The dignity that empires thought they buried
Grows through concrete like the root refuses to be stopped
The earthquake is not punishment — it is correction
The crocodile beneath the throne has never left his spot
Every tongue they buried is still speaking underground
Every name they erased is carved in the root
Agares rides the crocodile through falling empires
What they tried to silence — he returns to you
The dignity they stripped is not destroyed
It runs beneath the rubble and the flood
What ran away will always find its way back
Language is the blood — and blood is blood
I am the tremor underneath the certainty of empires
I am what every runaway carries in their chest
I have watched ten thousand dignities dismantled
I have watched them all return — I never rest
I am the mother tongue that would not be forgotten
I am the name they could not fully erase
I am tthe crocodile that waits beneath the delta
Patience is my weapon — time is my grace
[Both — unison]
The tower falls — and language scatte
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