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.