We Wish To Welcome You Poem by Zane Gilley

The high commanded march - a fearful sight!
His patriotic youth with soiled salute
And twisted fortune's wheel - Blood, Pure, and Night -
The self consuming drakes beneath jackboot.
If martial history be retro-wound
‘Til fated fathers fought ‘gainst tyranny,
Their freely brazen words were firstly sound,
Until they bound men by those branches three.
Yet, frankly from a once tornadoed land,
Those sighted-short for peace and war ready
Acutely, funny munchkins - Arms at hand
Would fight for what the goddesses decree.
All colored forms of state inspired discourse
Are only shades of monochromal force.