Vi: News From Freedom Square

Sir – We saw some lads matching Free from their dungeon Commandeered by a white-robed priest! We saw them standing By the rostrum of the Freedom Square; Someone asked: “Was there truly a freedom square?” Someone replied: “There was, there is, there is to be A place where freedom smiles At the people; O! the gunless chaps got independence In this hub of the nation’s epitome Of scholarism, Marbled under the fading sun.” Now, Sir – We heard the peals of the bells; The representors made the call; The lions came with their claws And lionesses made their presence felt; The forest was emptied: She was ransacked to the full; The rough beasts roamed a full noon! In a wide silent forest of pantology; Ah! no weak beasts saw this sole noon: No goat, no sheep, no dog, no antelope – The tough beasts breathed A full day of nature’s breathe.