Phrases ancestors claimed were tasteless
On the lips of those with worried faces
A shining city upon a hill
I don’t quite see it now, but one day I will
Soft cast, the cage to gate us
Only sweet to girls who know their places
Indivisible
It just won’t drop now, but someday it will spill
Laid to rest in casket, covered basics
Scorched the earth, grinding wheels of nation
Eurasia warring still
I didn’t press the button yet, but I lifted the seal