Oh say what they like
And take it for naught
Grains of sand slipping
Like words unfamiliar, yet kind
From the mouths of pageantry.
A charade of characterizations
Paraded like effigies
Through a sea of ideas
Then burned
At the stakes of our claims.
Oh say what they like
And take it for naught
Grains of sand slipping
Like words unfamiliar, yet kind
From the mouths of pageantry.
A charade of characterizations
Paraded like effigies
Through a sea of ideas
Then burned
At the stakes of our claims.