Half-wracked prejudice leaped
forth,
"Rip down all hate," I screamed,
Lies that life is black and
white
Spoke from my skull I dreamed.
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow,
Ah, but I was so much older
then,
I'm younger than that now.
Girl's faces formed the forward
path
From phony jealousy,
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history.
Flung down by corpse evangelist
Unthought of, though, somehow,
Ah, but I was so much older
then,
I'm younger than that now.
A self-ordained professor's
tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school.
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older
then,
I'm younger than that now.
In a soldier's stance I aimed
my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become
my enemy
In the instant that I preach.
My pathway led by confusion
boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older
then,
I'm younger than that now.
Yes, my guards stood hard when
abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect.
Good and bad, I define these
terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow,
Ah, but I was so much older
then,
I'm younger than that now.
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