Where We Stood Poem by disk grinder

Many years ago we stood against the vile evil, and overtopped them with garden ideal

Shot them full of their own blood

Didn't hate, but killed them in their faces anyway

To preserve a certain irony, a disbelief in hard politic

So we get to today, and send off youngsters in the maw of politic belligerence

Squires and charlatans making bullets for broken and cracked teenagers

Back home, back home.

Defending these makers' ideals