Social Equality

Social Equality

With baited breath and cocktail buffoonery
Wait they at The Gates of Dawn's Fair Market's Bride
Stealing the past tense realities
Of present abnormalities,
Legitimization's organic tactic twisted
Into forward thinking convivialities, congenealities,
Displayed for freedom's sake at the last hour of alcohol
Into the wretched night of their lost souls
Waiting for the new dawn and social equality's groom,
In a gloomy green of peace's simple shackles
Forged in the furnaces of gut-fire,
While they sleep off the stupor of yesternight's heist,
And tomorrow's false new dream.