All this words fill another
Cups of chords
All this people had taken the swords
And the silver glows
We haven't hands, but gloves
Are shining
We are alive, then
We are dying
All this words
From a language we did not bring up
I know this countersign
It sounds like Stop
And drown yourself in the well of
Mediaevalism
Your politics and their populism
Is not so much as well
If their sell your future like attuch
