The law’s no longer our faithful safeguard
against the monsters of a darker day,
nor will it aid us, even though they say
they shall uphold it as our spear and ward.
It’s not as if we see the world as marred,
instead we sing, and dance, and paint, and play
the whiny flute we’re given to allay
our fears, and to teach us submission isn’t hard.
We have no message for those up the road,
who’ve not yet learnt to shuffle their feet by
the crucifixion of our hopes and joys.
We have no way to shrug off the hard load
of all the elements of the great lie
that we are humans, and not tyrants’ toys.
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