Return of a man who spent his holiday
Resulted in purges and monuments of way;
The man who lunched in an Autumn
Is bringing peace in the form of food and activism.
He caught his peace and won,
Without union or priesthood or abdication.
The destroyers are some who work on it,
Then peace reasserts itself with a benefit.
Peace has come, peace has won,
We live in wait for the man who can deafen;
He described our faith as an union,
With it there is none, with us is a constitution.
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