The Head-in-Sand Parade
Throughout the history of women and men,
There’s been a blind pattern, time and time again.
Happening everywhere, in mountain and glen.
It’s this I’ve come preach, it’s what I will tirade.
In books, you see it, in war and in crusade,
Just to protect our calm, we hold: the Head-in-Sand Parade.
While they
Fight Fight Fight Fight
Fight Fight FIGHT FIGHT
The Head-in-Sand Parade goes all day and night.
The first big occasion of which I must speak:
(It’s before the Dark Lord was quite at his peak,
But even back then, fact was quite hard to seek)
With dark Grindelwald gone, no new threat was needed.
The world needed to heal, to mourn so much loss –
Over that, Head-in-Sands could really not gloss.
But as it turned out, not all heroes were weeded.
When Voldemort rose, then Good needed to too.
To protect what we have, rose the fearless and true.
Then outnumbered, but brave, they lost most of their few.
While they had to
Fight Fight Fight Fight
Fight Fight FIGHT FIGHT
The Head-in-Sand Parade went all day and night.
Wounds open and bleeding, good men past the test,
Came a break for the poor world, a chance for a rest.
And the people did mourn, and the wounds they did close.
But this wasn’t the end, as a few did suppose.
When the next war did come, ‘Head-in-Sand’, many chose.
Brought back was the threat; the world shook in unrest,
Yet the leaders, the Head, thought ‘Head-in-Sand’ best.
So Ministry heads, ‘round a lie they did dance.
New war was not coming – that was their stance.
The boy with the war flag who claimed to be fighter,
Said they, was a pest, a mere ankle-biter.
Turn the world’s greatest heroes to loons, just offhand.
To such means they would go to keep their Heads-in-Sand,
They just made it hard to fight admirably,
Hard to change life back, to what’s meant to be.
No aid.
Too afraid.
While they
Fight Fight Fight Fight
Fight Fight FIGHT FIGHT
The Head-in-Sand Parade goes all day and night.
But there always, at one point, came to a point,
A point when illusions fall – then forms a joint.
A joint between Head-in-Sands and the oppressed,
So the Head-in-Sands can feel a weight off their chest.
At this point, minds are changed – Governments switch,
We’re all told to blame a ‘communications glitch’.
The leaders deny living by pretences,
Bring in legal excuses, as their defences.
They deny that the Sands were over their head,
They say no evidence had existed instead.
And up to this point, they most lively debate,
Should threats be considered, while running their state?
In the end, with no choice left, as Head-in-Sands show,
They, unwilling, must accept what they already know.
We must fight, fight, fight, fight. We might fight as thus.
We must ignore the Head-in-Sand in us.
Heroes fight.
They aid.
Though afraid.
When the Head-in-Sands withdrew their heads, what is it that they found?
A battle been battled, the war fought. An empty battleground.
To pay off for all their effort, they got to avoid the fray.
They can live to have a Head-in-Sand Parade another day.
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