Quit sitting on a fence
When your assonance, consonance
Require your fire in defence
Of your world in advance
Dies as rifts in its incomplete poem
Bereft of structure and stricture
Because you choose to roam
Away with an alibi literature
To uncommit, omit and edit
Your participation from a resolution
To mobilize cosmopolitans at a feast
Where militants take a stand
As evil elves with idle ideologies
Take over proceedings and break wings
Flying a dying world from ephemeral effigies and liturgies
That fight any flavour which sings
Songs to right wrongs
That slay and delay tactics
To wrest guerilla gongs
And rescue queues of aquatics.
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