|This land tugs me down, down, down;|
Down into the darkest recesses of human history.
I can feel the weight of it
Upon my feet, pulling me
Into the depths of its ancient sea:
Here are unknown heroes, unsung poets
And, most of all, undocumented scientists and inventors.
Men who invented wheels, formed axles, made carts;
Learned how to ride and harness and saddle horses
How to make bricks of mud;
Tools of stone;
How to extract metals from ores.
Not one of these men has their name
Among the scrolls of the great.
But they were the first to fish and plough and build.
Upon their foundations
Our Great Civilisation is firmly and solidly built.
We should have a Tomb to the Unknown Builder,
A man of peace and reconstruction
To balance those of Unknown Soldiers.
Come here to Turkey, to Syria or Iraq to Palestine or Egypt
And pay homage to these great men.
Eat and drink the fruits of their labours,
Admire their works
That they did it first
That we might follow and enjoy it all.
But most of all try,
Try like them to pass it on -
Pass it on!