Let us Rise
On Lygon Street
a building stands
a house of dreams,
each stone a vision.
A little tattered and worse,
or should I say, better for wear
this Parliament of workers.
But solid, dignified and proud.
I climb the steps
so deeply worn
by the feet of our
fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers.
As I ascend I recall
a fragment of rebellious wisdom
from Connolly, a leader of labour who had
fire in his heart and ice in his brain:
The great appear great
only because we are
on our knees.
Let us Rise!
Bill Anderson