Gangs of fire and ice, their religion is polite,
As their goals are super-respectable,
As there is righteous action in all they accomplish,
A region of space is reserved for their cacophony,
They cajole them into thinking alike,
To gather the praise as praise is grand
Like the distant seas and the remarkable ocean.
Gangs of youths do beat their doors,
Downwards is their strength on the radio,
The police are the calamity and calligraphers
Of a wide community, canoeists are the gangs
Of a river of reality. The best are the prisoners.
Like the distant ocean and the mountains far away.
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