As we shall be taking the oath, we shall wear no rings,
We will say not, “That yes we do!” Rather, “We shall try!”
There will be no priest, no clergyman, neither Best-maid, nor
Best-man…it would be behind closed doors,
Witnessed by the gay smile of the empty house,
Cheered on by the euphoric chairs, merry tables….
We will not drink to it, we will wear not white robes,
And after someday, we will move away from here,
To a safer zone in the dystopia: Where free-thinking is prohibited, where virtue is vilified, vice exalted,
Where thieves get elected, honest men are hanged;
I am ready…are you, sweetheart?
