To Be Read Aloud

Far beyond the misty climes of L’gib T’qi’at,

in a place where demagogues hold sway,

thereon the sand is wet with festering rot & decay,

intolerances flow red upon guilty hands.

The Republic can legislate, or so they believe,

who or what people can be.

Then the sands flow red upon those who grieve

to compel on this knee worlds to bow

in reverence of ignorance.

And from the heights of L’gib T’qi’at,

where gender is free,

toward which refugees flee,

tears are shed for grace withheld.