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Anthem: kyrielle

Who is it that makes up the rules
for peasants, leaders, sages, and fools,
who builds the narrow seats in schools
to educate a growing nation?

What hand dictates the right and wrong,
transcribes the loyal subjects’ songs?
Who peals the bells and sounds the gongs
for evolution of the nation?

How do we choose the road ahead,
denying self, where we instead
trade in our swords and rocks for bread
to feed all of our great nation?

When does the better day arrive,
that distant future, when our lives
are more than scrimp to just survive
and we become a whole nation?

12 Jun 2025

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On Fertilizer: heroic sonnet

There is far too much bullshit in the world:
we spent our time so frivolously, in vain,
imagining the great flag we’ve unfurled
will leave the battlefield whole and unstained,
its edges still unraveled, pure, uncurled,
and with it, all our honor, in the main,
left un-besmirched. Our enemies, those churls,
will die in ignobility and pain.

And yet, what we replace and name the good,
is it all that much better, in the end?
For power does as power thinks it should,
and often fears both enemy and friend.
No matter what we will or try or would,
can our philosophy learn how to bend
or shape the world completely? If it could,
we would need no great army to defend

our bullshit. We could spread it on the fields,
and share with everyone what fruits it yields.

05 Jun 2025

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Score None for Everyone: deibhidhe

When kingdoms fall, what is left
besides the dead and bereft?
War leaves all wounded and poor –
most more wretched than before.

Who cares how right the victors,
their flags, displayed in pictures,
atop the now rotting crop
of those stopped. In the bookshops,

pundits from the winning side
boost sales, playing on our pride:
we’ve won and evil is done!
The score: none for everyone.

13 MAY 2025

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What If We Win?: chant royal

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

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A Victory Sublime: carol (carole)

To our victory sublime,
let the bells begin to chime!

In the fields where battles rage
loose our wild might from its cage;
sweep the tyrants from the stage!
Let the bells begin to chime!

With a righteous cry and hue
let us give this scourge its due.
Then our struggle will be through;
to our victory sublime!

Let the rotten timbers fall,
knock down that restraining wall!
Heed the freedom fighters’ call:
let the bells begin to chime!

In the place of greed and hate
we will share in this new fate.
let the whole world celebrate:
to our victory sublime!

Where once evil sought to rule,
let us teach from a new school.
No more will we play the fool;
let the bells begin to chime!

Let the struggle’s record show
the end of the status quo.
What comes next? We do not know.
To our victory sublime!

Who will lead us now, for good?
Who decides who can, or could?
Will we vote now, as we should?
Let the bells begin to chime.

What direction will we go?
Who do we trust ought to know?
We have no idea, so
to our victory sublime!

To our victory sublime!
Let the bells begin to chime!

28 APR 2025

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The Ancient Lie: tawddgyrch cadwynog

An ancient lie
controls the world,
its flag unfurled
before the eye:

that might is right;
the mystery
of history
is that what light

the meagre flame
of truth reveals,
the winner steals
in a rigged game

won by a cheat,
claimed before birth,
so that true worth
seems like deceit.

06 MAY 2017

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Lose or Win: rhupunt

What may begin
as lose or win
soon starts to spin
outside that frame.

It seems like play,
this bob and sway:
a bright display,
almost a game,

a wild careen,
drifting between
two wide extremes,
darkness and flame.

Always the chance
in the day’s dance
any advance
could leave you lame.

Each place you are,
gutter or star,
leaves its own scar.
No point in blame.

Thus every art
contains, in part,
true and false starts.
Each ends the same.

27 APR 2017

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