The day we stormed the capitol I was out among the trees I saw the weavers weave their web I heard the vultures screech
I heard we won not one but both Yet I learned we also lost Our peaches thus cut much the same And greater is the cost
The day we stormed the capitol I did not see you there Nor saw you me, of that I'm sure E'en though we both were there
E'en though we think we're us-not-them Our hands still cast our stones They pile up and topple down And mingle with our bones
Today we storm our capitol And will till we're in tune Is the world too much with both of us? At this rate it will be. Soon
J. Commander, 06 January 2021
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