The Revolution Suite

Maria, stand firm
And raise your banners so high!
Liberty, stand in
New York Harbor, Green with age
And torched guide for Patriots.

George Floyd was killed for selling cigarettes
Outside of a store, and the nations raged;
Black fought White, White fought Black, understand 'twas
A distraction, to usher in the Sith's 
Two sides, where both would war and Sauron's Arms
Would cause Orcs to fight their Oraikai.
Thus, Trade Federations and Republics
Would war for Roman Hight, and Salute wide.

Thus strum your drums and raise your flags
Old King Cole shall come at last
That Uncle Sam who made us so dumb
Will make hearts shine and fast
Will come the great strong lords to their wars
To quell rebellion upon their shores
For at last That Hideous Strength is seen
To play our prejudices against our needs.
And Arthur, come to Pevensey
And take your shores from Mordred's glee;
Old King Cole, Arthur, Uncle Sam
You are a Spirit and are not a Man
Of Freedoms won for the West
Be not stopped by Albion's Cliffs.

Then Alex Jones lost a Lawsuit
And worse was put our won freedoms.
During the riots, bad men loot
And Trump and Biden preyed on them.
For Trump no criticism could 
Be made, for he had skin as soft 
As felt, and would not do as should;
He turned men to believe so oft
The conspiracies tattled, t'would
The land be confused, and so wrong.
The constellations were new, yet 
None would see, for they did forget
To look up in the bright heavens,
Annoyed by their televisions.

So rock the way and know no more anew
The things of God would be there made to prove
That no revival struck the land, but that
Misery, great revival, it was built
Only on our America's great greed.
For conservatives made the Left destroy
Electric cars, and advertising for 
Elon was, the Left's dumb outlandish stars.
For right was wrong, and wrong was right all 'twere
Reversed, the Daffy Ducks and Loony Tunes
All had figured out the curse.
Thus old Nursery Rhymes and King Cole's pleasant
Safety we did now protest,
For we wanted what America were, 
And what was always the best.

A Roman Salute I make to one;
Christ, God’s only Begotten Son.


*Notes on Making this Suite

I had a moment of lucid imagination, of all good philosophies converging to the truth, and raising their banners in the air, ready to meet an invading army. Taking all the United States' and English Symbolism, and combining them into a potent soup to win a Revolution. What was that Revolution? Against all the bad ideas of modernity, converging into a singular point, which is totalitarian control over our thoughts and resources. Then, as would happen, Quora suggested a prompt almost immediately after, which couldn't have been timed any better. It said, "Write a Suite Which Will Touch the Hearts of Many." I looked up "Suite" in Poetry, and found it to be using multiple forms. So, I did.

The First Stanza is a Tanka;
The Second Blank Verse Pentameter;
The Third a modified Sonnet Form in Tetrameter;
The Fourth a modified Ballad Form;
The Fifth a mock Iambic Pentameter and an Invented  Form;
The Sixth an Aphorism.


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