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Odd Shaped Balls

What will we claim back when we rule for ourselves?
Hope the power won’t corrupt us absolutely,
Like an addict who can’t beat the monkey for themselves,
And our shaming returns resolutely,

Bent bananas, much less safety, is this all we desire?
Sold a pup by the bigoted few,
Greater wealth, more control over borders to aspire,
To less power to the people we once knew,

But this mess was once foretold in all the scriptures,
Of what to believe and the magic of text,
Come to regret, poor decision about all our futures,
‘told you so’ cry the knowing, left perplexed,

It’s not too late to regret the making of poor decision,
Judged by future generations with disbelief,
Unfounded hope now met with mock and derision,
Still, bent bananas, poorer safety, feel our grief.

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