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Just in time for New Year’s
Holy Days of Awe
We come from the jungle
To propose a law
To refresh your memory
To tell you the truth,
To stand for love and beauty
Foolish, reckless youth
We were vagabonds and clowns
Little sisters, brothers
Pledged to live and sleep in peace
And welcome any others
Creative and compassionate
Knowing we would die
Now we’re single minded
To straighten out a lie
Dying isn’t dying
We deserve rewards
We’re not bad or lazy
We don’t carry swords
We’ve got reservations
Paid for with our pain
All races, one nation
Taunting sons of Cain
Come and bring your weapons
We will carry none
We’re repeating history
We’ve already won
And when our work is finished
And you’ve reviewed the art
You’ll wish you had been wiser
And blessed with kindly hearts
Our message long in coming
For we have sought perfection
But barring that we know we’re right
To fight off the infection.
Seven years ago
We looked on to September
With New Year’s on the 17th
How clearly we remember
If they don’t mend their ways
Before the trumpet blows
There’s something going to happen
Escape is going to close
In those first days of awe
All things in critical mass
I saw the future clearly
Darkly through a glass.

—rcg