art deco

you see no symbols written in the air
but those who rule us say what they observe
and you are never given chance to swerve
and must say that you too can see them there
a single voice a single oath to swear
that is the thing that will a foe unnerve
and so we face the mystery with verve
drawing a line across the vacant sphere
divine some system and you get the sense
of who the agents are of this control
not just the faces staring from the sky
whose images might be a great pretense
but the fine figures of the dawn patrol
who do not slacken and who cannot lie