Culture on a funeral pyre,
incensed by the exhortations
of new masters of the nation,
they cheer as the flames reach higher,
gleefully dancing round the fires,
written word decreed subversive,
once revered, now deemed offensive,
wisdom gathered through the ages,
the thoughts of prophets, seers and sages.
To forge new rules by which to live.
I see demons dancing, dark around the red flames. Does that fit with your vision, or is it history-steeped me?
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At the time the German Student Union were demons, not too different to some of the current English ones.
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🙂
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