the owl that flies

through isonomic suffrage or sortition
we constitute our image as a folk
rejecting both tyranny and partition
we'll subjugate ourselves to our own yoke
within the shade of the old mother tree
we'll take the oaths that bind us all as one
with rousseau we'll force each other to be free
and hold that by this our new state's begun
the problem comes when we remove the veil
and find ourselves in all respects unequal
we don't consider that we've told this tale
in expectation that there'll be no sequel
still we consider that we've done our best
because we did not faint or falter at the test