Our Republic

you should know,
trouble comes from a passionate word and
you should know,
passion comes from a passing word
dark blue they, our banners flayed
and burning to the base
submit to draw closer
the glance you’d once given me
an attempt of the old position
they impose their pushing in steep heroics
these fine others
i owe my lifted, tho’ wounded head
and every side of you to a man
there have been signals
these are now joined by a future
and only say which decayed
not live opposite the failed republic
time will meet and pass you by
you should know
trouble comes from a passionate word
you should know
passion comes from a troublesome word
you should know
trouble sounds like a comforting word
you should know
passion comes from a passing word