I sing a hymn to gods! I sing a hymn
to those that seek to praise. To those that bend
to those that stoop! To those whose life is work
upon the land. Let none set us at odds.

For it is in the call and ans'ring voice
that sounds about the ear, and lifts the hand
for one more step along the road we pull.
(Stage Direction. This line is deliberately left empty to give the performer time to ready the chorus)

One!

I think the best way to deal with anger, or at the very least, one of them, is to write about it, so I think I'll start a new series and see how it goes.

There are a lot of things that trigger anger for me but I thought I'd start with the most obvious.

Before the great heroes have their say and
speak of lofty deeds and great battles won
I must inquire to the audience
on a matter most dire and portentous.

Who farted? For I can see islands within
the throng, where some have edged away from stench
and yet have said nothing for the time immemorial.
Even here upon the stage I can smell

We skipped a light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray