Heads above the parapet
There’s a changing of the guard
Dark corners cleared of murmurs
A taste of fresh air in the yard
Everybody’s making brand new vows
Guarantees of strong support
Slapping backs and soothing voices
Where new cooperatives consort
Undercurrents tell a different tale
Sad eyes seek the fruitless lamb
The poison chalice glitters gold
No one talks about the sham
Time to clear the decks of dregs
Sluice the drains of all disdains
Move the markers turn a page
Take greater pains to shake those chains
Mopping up the puddled blood
Backs are turned and glasses chinked
Atmospheres returned to ‘A-OK’
RIP the souls who blinked
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