A Blind Eye In Wonderland Poem by Singer Joy

In the heralding vastness
Of the castle!
There is austerity;
(That we all know
Is a bit of a hassle,
Just don't ask, Miss)
We casteless
Can feel the sincerity.

In the anthropomorphisms
(We see in croquet
And in the hedges and cards)
I see a sweet humour,
But in Her way,
In our dwarfism,
And in her dimorphism
I must also see the wards

In, here or there, a shriek
Of some unfortunate
Little red or black disciple
(Let me not forget
Those of the sad tribunate
Or any too weak
Or slightly meek)
For whom She's libel.

It is a Tenuous Tower-
Its foundations are held
Only by the slaves.
When even Kings
Can be so felled
By such less power
(And hour by hour
More intensely grave) .

As I plainly observe,
Will I, courageous, hold
Against the tyrant?
(I think we can all guess
I'm fain to be so bold,
Or have such nerve)
So with penitent verve
I, too, will remain silent.