Honor

You’ve put a Y on top of the molehill
Like an eye watching over the people
A prowling circling despot
Disguised as a friendly mascot
Yet, you say, “It’s all about agency.”

Cheap tuition comes at the cost of
A religious, political dogma
Forced down the throat a vision
A McCarthyist tradition
The money saved does not make that right

Roll with the punches
Kick against the pricks

Expectant mothers on the street cast from the synagogue
Jobless fathers on their knees, repentance cumbersome
Your laws make lifelong rats, you godless bureaucrats
I hope you know that’s all on you
Where is the Honor in that?