My Dearest Lady;
Remove not your cortex
Nor caste the gutter your grey
One lesson to learn holds a hex
“Surrender to your higher power”
Wear your hooded gown
Ride and burn the sea of nights
Sweet blood your wake in town
“Surrender to your higher power”
Commandments I have to state
Genocide should not abate
Young lives to thirst my lust
“Surrender to your higher power”
My mind is but a waste
Our group the only grail
The chief we all must hail
“Surrender to your higher power”
To think will set a fate
That no pain could ever hear
When listening to passions of hate
“Surrender to your higher power”
Weapons were never found
Many children field the ground
Of shock and awe you did make
“Surrender to your higher power”
Bring me your well to do
Huddled masses of your elite
Have them preach more words anew
“Surrender to your higher power”
Fear not our hate or fates
Iron horses we will ride
With forty virgins at our sides
So fear not our hate or fates
“We surrendered to our higher power”
From learned trumpets of the angels
So Patrick Henry did refrain
One cause exceeds our deaths
The liberty we will gain…
That knows no higher powers
T A McNeil
Dedicated to those who were lost and suffered, NYC September 11th, 2001
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