'A peacock takes its perch upon the county hall – <br />A sign that freedom comes to many folk in thrall.' <br /> <br />Let the proud, frail peacock, whose feathers daze the sun, <br />Proclaim that to-morrow here all will be undone. <br /> <br />To-morrow all will change, be changed at last. <br />New eyes In new battles will turn with laughter to the skies. <br /> <br />New winds will make laments in the old Magyar trees, <br />While we await, await new Magyar mysteries. <br /> <br />Either we all are fools, and to a man shall die, <br />Or else this faith of ours will prove it does not lie. <br /> <br />New forges and new fires, new faiths, new holy men, <br />Either you’ll come to life, or be nothing again. <br /> <br />Either the ancient hall will fall from the flame’s stroke, <br />Or our souls will sit here, bound in the ancient yoke. <br /> <br />Either in Magyar words new meanings will unfold, <br />Or the sad Magyar life will linger as of old. <br /> <br />'A peacock takes its perch upon the county hall – <br />A sign that freedom comes to many folk in thrall.'<br /><br />Endre Ady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-peacock-takes-its-perch/
