Brute reason, accuses liberal logic of treason.
Character proprietor, intermittently agrees
with anecdotal evidence, indicting seasonally
simple souls that can’t see the forest for the trees.
a ceremony, summoning, those simple souls:
easy to spot, arriving masked, spreading disunity,
unknowingly, anticipating the lost soul show.
But an eternal soul will not be captured by a Colonel,
handing out gold plated masks to the vainglorious,
dressed as Basques, they were mistaken for fraternal.
What a laugh they had at such an inglorious victory!
Trying to conquer a thousand simple souls highlights,
a risk, that absolutists may never bring victory at twilight.