A sailor's song for us at sea
in times when spirits sag,
for us heirs of Aeneas 'neath
John Locke's or Gadsden's flag,
in times when seas bid welcome down
to Davy Jones' tomb,
this song of sweet Polaris:
star to point away from doom.
When Charon's ferry forward becks
to follow and obey;
Scylla, Charybdis starboard, port
are placed to block our way;
Kraken breaking the surface aft,
a course may still be found
with sure and sweet Polaris:
star to point to solid ground.
A steady star within the night
for us who choose to see,
for us who heed Historia
and still hear Liberty,
an “A is A” to base all else,
a truth to steer us by -
this: each word from our ruling class
is guaranteed a lie.
an “A is A” to base all else,
a truth to steer us by -
this: each word from our ruling class
is guaranteed a lie.
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