May the force be with you
But is the force with May?
As we spring toward this month
With more or less display
Plotting mass equations
Just to lever into place
All our expectations
Of another fall from Grace
What became of Alderaan
Or Oberon, or Puck?
Are we really on the run
And truly out of luck?
Would this change with pixie dust
As dreams may come and go
Have our hearts been captured thus
By asses heads for show?
What is at the fore of it
Conducting as we sing
Marching into April
While we hold each iron ring
Who can tell me what’s to come
Or even what’s the cost
Measuring to tot a sum
Encompassing what’s lost
Dare we face elections
Knowing nothing more of fate
Than the false reflections
To remind us it’s too late?
Onward, all who toil here
In the hope of future gains
The droids we have been seeking
And an Empire for our pains
Katherine Shirley 