Pantsuit Nation


And a fire was lit,

Under the earthen kiln,

By a core of molten heart.

Strangers woven together,

Melding parallel times,

Into a one-string chime:

Of a nation with one heart and mind.

One soul unfolded,

Connected and molded,

Beyond the reach of death.

Beyond pain and sorrow,

And a happiness borrowed,

To a blissful State of kind:

In a Nation with one heart and mind.

Beyond time,

Beyond gray lines,

And hate crimes,

My Nation of one heart and mind.


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