Let the hounds piss on the ground!

Let the hounds piss on the ground

Our work is done!

It was not long when all voices muttered

"We are one!"

It was not long when hands spliced together

Beneath the flag, a nation breathed as one

What a beautiful day to pass before our eyes

We rose from dust, the rainbow drifting overhead

With hope at heart, mountains did indeed

Make way! Behold we were on our way!

The skies seemed to say then...

Let the hounds piss on the ground

Even before the gates to Utopia opened

The flip side was teeming with maggots

Lies lapping tongues spread tarradiddles

Far and wide like sawdust in the wind

See you not then that liberty is not desirous to all

Seeds sown to soft grounds sipped cupfuls of salt

Old wounds done healing now pried open

Fingers wielded—men labeled like stock on shelves

Mothers brooked the lingo of a narcissist

Daughter pure and chaste a subject of locker room talks

Nieces and aunts menaced, nuns manacled

Amid their own little sanctuaries

The war was waged on differently-abled

The era of the hounds commenced with zounds!

An undulating ride to utopia cascaded down

To lowest levels ever recorded in our fine history

Let the hounds piss on the ground!

Our work is done!