We were all
excited the night before
Joyously looking
forward to the morning after
With trumpets,
strings and cymbals we prepared for the new dawn
Hoping it would mark
a glorious beginning
Alas! It turned
out a mirage
As their first
confabulation birthed confusion
Leaving us all
in sixes and sevens
As we wondered
about their intention
Imams were made
to eat pork
And pastors
hobnobbed with tarts
Our hallowed
temple has been desecrated
What a prelude
to a new season!
It was a prelude
to a season of anomie.
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