The liberty of December
Odes to a past forlorn
Of pleasure gained without blood
Of love earned without domination
Forgotten were the spoils of war
The invisible foundation for our plenty
As the memory of your shunned wife (Lua)
Lurks to return for revenge
History shall murder innocence
In dread of its own reflection
Yet the ideal mysteriously remains unscathed
For it is has only been mistakenly aligned
Towards the past
Experiment, reverse the order
Feast in spite of your oppressors
A taste of freedom to appease
A vision for the future to form