I want a people who can't tell

     a poem from a hammer, a people who sand boards

     and nail them up on joists of logic.  I want

     a people who whistle the fugues of bottles in bins

     and recycle Schubert's airs to mix

     with the gas that fries their eggs.  Then

     we'll have it right.  Then we'll

     have democracy:  one man, one

     song, one woman, one rock,

     one wrench, one star,

     one child, one bird, one vote.

- Rick Stansberger

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