Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Polls To Tell Us What We Believe

The gods tell lies and oracles,
They fill our heads with words,
And fashion therein a simple cage
And explain that we are birds.

They clip our feathers very well
And shackles souls and feet,
Speaking of polls and precedents;
Never tricks and only treats.

And their words become our laws
And their smiles become as chains
But we want only for bird baths
And the singing of refrains.

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