Of all the dreams I never thought
I would dream this dream–
Men in shining coats I saw,
Imperially supreme.
Graying temples, fraying tempers,
One read from a parchment:
“Thou shalt not any questions ask,
However merited thine intent.
Know that the times have undergone
A Titanic make-over;
Hellenic habits must now submit
To the self-evident truth of power.
Our job is now to nod assent
To what edicts come each day;
These edicts are for the public good,
So we only have to say
Do not look at the iron fist,
Or the menace in the eye;
just be beguiled by the saccharine hope
Packaged in the imperial lie.”
At which a rustle of discomfort
Set in among the coats;
But the leader firmly held his ground,,
Too canny to burn his boats.
I asked my parrot if this dream
Made much sense to him;
He winked and parroted profoundly,
“Truly, you are so dim.”
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