One dangerous idea and fickle time,
With autonomy and leisure for all,
From intricately and sound woven rhyme,
As the congeries desert the town hall.
A man stands with vital rebirth,
Wages silent war on a chimera,
And with fruitfulness seeds sowed in the earth.
The harvest ushers in a common era.
Wary of pride and overconfidence,
A shy peacock blanketed by specters.
Even he cannot embody omniscience;
Forever suckling on his protectors.
The rising sun looks benevolently on,
As a fragile clock chimes the coming dawn,
Will the masses accept a pantheon?
Or society falls as Babylon.
