(You can't complain of yesterday,
For so much happened yesterday,
And magnifying yesterday
Reveals the joy of yesterday.)

The bards were singing out last night,
Their licensed secrets sold last night,
The usual tragic plays last night,
On temporary hold last night.

The usual tears were few today,
There's unexpected calm today,
The fear of doom was brief today,
Yet somewhere's an alarm today.

The walls are concrete slabs again,
Their seamless gates are sealed again,
The lookouts at their posts again,
The lively market field again.

There's poison in the lyrics now,
Excuses the exhibit now,
Museums out of context now,
And history a gibbet now.