Idles of Ideology

Symbols turned vigil of the boy from the Emerald city we laid to rest

Green crystals with a vow to protect which took shape of an S he put upon his chest

Wonder soared to each who wore the flag of humanities greatest test

Shaming games stayed charades thy Dame did play shading grey in stripes

Reciting rites in old tripe his blight strumed chords of the concord taking flight

What hell befell our Kar El for every bedroom did write their solitude once died

Fallen sun bleeds thy hand she cried her life to Man the boy kind he be inside

Besting regret with lament he doth see his boys dream on the red cape she flies as kites