the mad hatter’s teaparty

all softer magics fall before the lie

that eases into minds and dulls all taste

beneath its glamour we ignore the sky

 

where carrion birds in masses all now fly

above the lands that swiftly go to waste

all softer magics fall before the lie

 

we watch the largest rivers all run dry

and wonder just what pain we have embraced

beneath its glamour we ignore the sky

 

no one's ambitions here would move so high

now our best memories shall be erased

all softer magics fall before the lie

 

that all will soon be better by and by

when good and sacred words will be enplaced

beneath its glamour we ignore the sky

 

for far too long and now no honest eye

is left to note the urgent need for haste

all softer magics fall before the lie

beneath its glamour we ignore the sky