We pole dance around the opposites
Disorientated clinging anyway we can
Our bipolar nature unsure if it grasps
The extremes, hope or despair
Encouraged to flaunt our frailties
Held back from addressing mass insanity
We watch the news of war with disbelief
Unable to cap the toxicity we play the game
Basking in the golden warmth of achievement
A common wealth of intention at cross purpose
With the petty target of tyrants who tip
For dancers to gyrate for their pleasure
Raising their colours aloft on territorial flagpoles
Ignoring its growing assault from the elements
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