imagining the nation

the state's the roof that must protect the nation
from all the worldly storms and winds and hails
but still there comes the drip the imbrication

we guard within a purely secular salvation
we seal our fears in with hard boards and nails
the state's the roof that must protect the nation

with each struggle with each distinctive iteration
come cries of joy as each harsh foeman pales
but still there comes the drip the imbrication

history we hope has reached its final station
the wars are over the last enemy fails
the state's the roof that must protect the nation

yet shrill and overloud our leaders' protestation
about tapped phones and opened private mails
but still there comes the drip the imbrication

now each morning we must summon resignation
to keep on forward though the spirit ails
the state's the roof that must protect the nation
but still there comes the drip the imbrication