Sacrosanct

A place so sacrosanct,

It is flanked by army ants:

A place so dear to Control,

He has positioned his enrobed dolls:

Sent them in to protect-patrol

Where I grew and played,

And learned our people’s ways:

Where so many comrades

Their first and last dues paid,

He paranoidly keeps us at bay.

Old statues pulled, replaced by new,

Trying to make eternal our point of view.

The galleries re-hung with our revue:

This our church, albeit without pews,

But with Control’s column our altar anew,

Too high to reach,

Too high to impeach:

Our experiment failed when it leached

On its own blood and fleeced

Every citizen upon its leash.