The time will surely come, they say,
when rightness splits apart from might,
and we will celebrate that day
with festivals to truth and light,
as all the evils we now face
are dissipated like the dew
when sunshine glows around the place
and pierces all the shadows through.
Imagine that! What songs we’ll sing,
what joy our revolution brings!
Come, sip of freedom’s lemonade,
and talk of love and other things.
What progress we have made.
The sculptures wrought from pure, fine clay
commemorating our brave fight
will stand forever and a day
to prove our way was true and right,
while poets loll about the place
extolling how the angels knew
our cause would always win the race
and validate our point of view.
Imagine that! We toppled kings,
and on the strength of eagle’s wings
brought peace and justice to the glade;
so now, we pull the strings.
What progress we have made!
Look! Those emerging from the fray,
who gave their all to win the fight
and through the clash of battle’s play
continued on and on, despite
not knowing just whose tails they chased,
or who they’d be when it was through,
who kept up their relentless place:
they did just what we asked them to.
Imagine that! They gave their spring
for this great autumn. Let us sing
our praises for the price they paid
to win us everything.
What progress we have made!
Let peal the bells! Let freedom ring!
The pendulum is ours to swing;
we end the pointless mad charade
and will change everything.
What progress we have made.
30 Apr 2025
Leave a Comment