When the torch of flame symbolizing hope and eternity is lit tonight on the hills of independence, we would have chosen a new destiny and a new path.
Now the call of our ancestors echoes through the corridors of time
Saying hear now, hear now oh beloved children
Grant us your youthful exuberance and boldness and we shall gratefully spare our dreams and wisdom to you.
Tonight we shall meet destiny eye to eye and together carve out our future in its heart.
Then tomorrow we shall begin the work to build our Rome.
Among the herd of servants you shall bestow your full authority on a chosen few and for a time they shall be the walls of our Rome.
Watch them close but don’t keep them close to your heart for our Rome must be strong.
They seek your hand to be that shining armour of hope and all that we believe in and cherish.
Yet we are too familiar with the terrible stories of wounded men and women dying out in the cold.
Of our land and sea laying vulnerable at the mercy of the crows and scavengers.
So tonight we make a vow to draw our sword, wear the shield of patriotism and march forward to build our Rome.