Bring me that broken chalice
Along with your harbored malice
On this one day for foils and fools -
This noted first day for charm
And trickery and foolery sans harm.
What story, what mockery, which lore
Could be more incredible than this war
Of nonsense and ridiculous caveats
Wrapped in misinformation; tied with red ribbons
And sold by the fox of misgivings.
So, tease away all that you see
Strip clean all values and sell them for a fee.
Put on your best brown uniform
Along with the black boots of repression.
Learn to salute with that vile arm extension.
Become a true wonder of a mystery in uniformity
Bend and twist your self-worth into conformity!
I’ll stand here between chaos and cohesiveness –
And resist the oceans and conquer the mountains
Not in silence but in harmony with freedom’s fountains.
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