Fantasy is a feeble factory
In which wheels of wonders and willpower
Collide, deride and decide on a trajectory
That shifts, lifts and gifts grief every hour
As ideas on modernism and activism
Face the surface where aces of tradition
Urge caution and precaution to prevent atavism
From invading and pervading a nation
Where a mature culture and its future
Could afford accords that dump virtues
Into statues modeled on a suture
That symbolize queues in hues
Kaleidoscopes, periscopes, microscopes
Portray in rich arrays and rays
Newton's prism and telescopes
Purify and ratify treaties on bounty and benediction bays.
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