Revenge where the real
idea should be to bring glory
once again to lost saddened 
scribbled over shouted down and un-sung

Elegance where the ditch
overloaded now topped off 
with the grim detritus of fat free
hallelujah screaming dancers

In multi-colored holy underwear
passing snarling false vipers
to terrified but willing parishioners
squatting on filthy lonely floors

Elegance which will bring about
a new and powerful nation
on the wings of a resurrected
flock of snow white doves