River parts it through the middle
Valley-town,
no spark you kindle

Mirror-faces, motionless
spying minds under tolerance-dress

Of the bridges,
I count three
cross the bridge,
but they can't see

Category,discipline,
bend and break - to fit in,

this is Mirror-Tyranny.

Sing-song people flock like sheep,
conformity-vows you must keep,

You Valley-town, you Valley-people.

I put a mirror to your face,
perhaps you'll see this is the case;

Climb the hill and have a peek,
there's more of us,
who do not speak,
the Mirror-Tongue of 'I-means-we',
You Valley-people are not free.

Oh beer-brewing town,
grey and timely,
beer-foam people sting us kindly,

Unity-violence leaves no scar,
but we know what,
you really are.

Blessed oil-children
your wealth is new,
years of culture, you have but few.

Divided and numbered,
1-2-3,
disciplined apathy,
mimics Civility.

Watch us close, expect a hit,
but battle-sparks among you are lit
Bah-bah sheep, and cows that moo,
look around - the wolf's one of you.


He's the third, waiting are more,
writing manifests of calls to War.

Valley-people, asking how,
numbing rythm has to bow,
Hillside people are watching You now.

Hold your roses high for your Father,
but Valley-people,
perhaps now you see?
You are not so kind, so pure, so free.