Our Republic

you should know,

trouble comes from a passionate word and

you should know,

passion comes from a passing word

dark blue they, our banners flayed

and burning to the base

submit to draw closer

the glance you’d once given me

an attempt of the old position

they impose their pushing in steep heroics

these fine others

i owe my lifted, tho’ wounded head

and every side of you to a man

there have been signals

these are now joined by a future

and only say which decayed

not live opposite the failed republic

time will meet and pass you by

you should know

trouble comes from a passionate word

you should know

passion comes from a troublesome word

you should know

trouble sounds like a comforting word

you should know

passion comes from a passing word