Once upon a time in a land like ours A disarmed people under axes of powers Beyond their reach, sole promised extent of a vote Through haze made of gun smoke, Muzzle flash fireworks New meaning to a new hurt A new God for a new Church. Ring in the new year; let the bomb drop before the Brow of the Lao in a sweatshop, Blue parade of pockets and stomachs made full An army of sheep by an army of bulls.