Sturm und Drang
Come now, people - we've all heard this tale before:
Barbarians are at our gates, enemies outside the door.
Their shapes the image of our own,
Their shadows like as well; though some be lesser known.
Sound loud the alarms and deafen the ears
Harden our hearts and feed on our fears -
Divide the Volk and call them Unified
Against a foe who has ever tried
To gain just this - a national suicide
Of what was once collective reason,
Confounding balanced thought with treason.
Take up the broadest brush and paint
That He That Stands Within's a saint,
And He That Waits Without's a devil -
And those who doubt judged twice and treble
To be vile, accursed knaves
Who serve the enemy as slaves.
Attend the tune of Sturm und Drang!
Forgetful of that one who sang
The selfsame tune not so long ago
And led to a peope's eternal shame and woe.
Let our better Angels, while yet they may,
Draw us back to the light of a better day -
A day not defined by confused fear of the Other,
A day that shade may be a possible brother.
Copyright © William Masonis