Be wary, be wary, on Sixth January,
for nooses, and zip-ties, and rage;
I see no reason why red-hatted treason
should ever be given a stage.
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O For a Muse of Ice
Oh for a muse of ice to turn away,
to cast aside the trumpeting of men:
let there be naught but silence and contempt
before the savage roar of grasping pride.
Let all their aspirations turn to dust,
and all their hope of glory fade away;
no single laurel thrown, or song be sung –
all save for one, a judgment rendered thus:
“Your time is past, and done, now fade to black,
For now it ends, and now you are forgot.”