Gather the charades
Words sassy and icky
Unbound from the sound
Of a letter passing through our mouths
A royal kettle cooking
New ingredients
Indecent
If your enemy of an enemy
Is your friend
How can we content each other
Strange bedfellows to follow
How can the world swallow
Such indifference and insensitive hopes
Let’s gather the charades
And know
That the words themselves
Are our hope
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