Let us not breed or brood upon

The work of scoundrels and of thieves

Let us not to take the bait

The hook the line the knotted cord of hate

Allowing it to swell and grow

Full into our breasts

Let us not feast upon all

That would take us away

From that which is sound and whole

 

Listen not to those rapscallions of the night

With their daggered words

Ready to sink in fresh and willing flesh

To poison and to poke the flapping ears

Of those who will agree

To every slanted slice of melancholy and disease

Poured out through lowered hissing lips

And rancid foul and beleaguered breath

With honeyed words and golden promise

Of a better life without those others

When all is reduced to nothing more

Than smiting the enemy within

By those who will see

Traitors to the cause

Under every stone and behind every bush

Imagining we are under siege

Yet we the great public and private people

Must now stop and draw breath

Not follow that which clogs the mind and freezes the heart

To all that is true and fine

With he and she and neighbours three

Let us realise with they

We are all of us truly blessed