Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

 

I

Speak the Truth, whether Blue, Black or White;

no Hay-pope can touch it, nor Sly-Jack contest.

When bankers speak in Red numbers, make light

of your passion, as though it don't stand up and fight!

Honour your Name, Culture, bring your confess

to the desolate Church doors, like Luther pressed.

Shout at the rooftops and fight for what's right!

II

When Tigers are crouching, afraid of their stripes;

only on paper, can they make roars be pledged.

Dragons are Hidden, for their too sacred to skype;

on social gatherings the busybody has to talk hype,

lest the feeling get broken, they shackle it in the Hedge!

Just like old days, virgins got paved in walls, to grudge;

the devil may not enter this domain, awoken those pikes!

III

Rise up, like roaring thunder, as water falls downstream;

be untamed, when the false virtuosos molest and screech!

Where there they, then children sold themselves real –

on livestream when young women, like Dinah gleam:

“How dost the Heathen women do it!” then the breach

has been made, its female empowerment – Teach it!

But god forbid pixels on screen preach non-Trans themes!!

IV

Where was the zealot, when boys lost faith in themselves;

just give em a blade and cut yourself, its ok to be different!

Just don't be You, forget your name, like Juliet delves;

Romeo must die, Cryptonite must be harvested, elves

put on shelves, the orc made into Frenchman resentement –

don't let the dwarves out, to bring justice torment.

Only the divided and conquered, allowed to pass Valves.

V

Be Yourself, regardless of gaslight and mayhem;

when Robber Barons rise up to claim the Mark.

You shall not buy nor sell, unless we save them;

know all virtue on bosom, no I will can come!

Be the Righteous Ward, even then death sparks

a conversation in your midst. Don't relent to Hallmark

the Solitary Individual, the Superman at L'Homme.

VI

All ye, who hath been discarded by this World;

for your Joy and values not worth to sell a Piss.

Let their money rot in their palms, swirl

their tongues to the treadmills, themselves heard.

Receive the blessing of the Holy Spirit, Your Wish –

be it granted, against the Hideous mocking hiss!

All Bards, Clerics and Warlocks, raise your sword!!