Further Down the Rabbit Hole
Righteous now and battle-hardened,
The white queen must eat from loaded larders,
The strange strong brew, the witch’s stew,
To make One small with no big to-do,
Not Madagascar or Timbuktu,
Rather after life is through,
They’re much more far from things they knew,
A rising star, the sword is drawn,
And on the board the queens and pawns,
The masses adore, on the Frabjous Day dawn,
In front of White Palace they dance on the lawn,
Futterwacken, whips are cracking,
The Jabberwocky speaks so wacky,
The girls are laughing, the children sing after,
And the Mad Hatter is clapping with no disaster,
The Red Queen mastered, the time goes faster,
This madness is passing, the clarity attractor,
No more bastardization of wealth,
And reorganization of society for help,
The exiled hold to hopes for health,
And hands unfold with jokers dealt.
