We could not forego all hope
Though it appeared distant, difficult and plumed.
The horizon became ginger and heliotrope.

Safety appeared as through a microscope.
We felt lost, desperate, doomed,
And feared the end of all hope.

Bearing neither yarn nor rope,
We navigated even as we assumed.
The horizon became ginger and heliotrope.

Advice from the wise and the misanthrope-
Our time was consumed…
We dared not stop thinking about the hope

The wish for tomorrow, the glow of the isotope,
Diffused as through the kaleidoscope…
The horizon became ginger and heliotrope.

The future is feathered and aslope;
‘Tis undiscovered and perfumed.
We do not forego all hope.
The horizon has become ginger and heliotrope.

Now we live in the world of HR Giger
Everything is striped and predatory
Bid welcome to this year of the tiger

Our vision twisted by fire and desire
Justify our present with backstory
Now we live in the world of HR Giger

Warp meaning like a pundit, a liar
Stretch the meter much too long with their allegory
…this year of the tiger

So distracted by fighter and flyer;
Gold enough to call this purgatory
But greys hide a world by HR Giger

Party or congregation outsider
We wait beside the laboratory
Anxious about this year of the tiger

Blake’s tyger never burned brighter
Spare us symmetrical category
We can fix this world of HR Giger
Change our stripes in this year of the tiger

Salt and iron infuse this dreadful soil.
None responsible will ever visit
This snow-covered land recently aboil.

Seek reasons like avarice, crude oil,
Or yours is mine and tat is tit.
Salt and iron infuse this dreadful soil.

Choose your side, do nothing but see the coil-
Death is details; nothing explicit
In this snow-covered land recently aboil.

Become nothing more than the gargoyle
Overseeing the survivors’ deficit.
Salt and iron infuse this dreadful soil.

Subdued by madmen who would embroil
Us in schemes to their benefit
And set this snow-covered land recently aboil.

Plead vain ignorance and make children toil
While we watch and debate and, on our asses, sit.
Salt and iron infuse this dreadful soil,
This snow-covered land recently aboil.