you'd trade our starving
eyes for a tar and
feathered heart and a 25 cent
execution to hear your
anthem praises played on a
frequency decayed a breath
of frigid self-made
winter.

sing out and sing loud
we'll sing as loud as you
do and hold on hold on
cause this is the end of
the line I'm not falling.
of beautiful and sacred
things and your immaculate
disguise I'm trading it in
for my pride war emblem.

as if i'd fall to pieces in
the wake of your design.