We face our history across
A scarred and rickety cafe table:
You, you're like a coup d'etat in the making,
You want to rewrite the past to suit your present,
And me, the old guard, wanting to venerate it,
Calling for what was and what could have been.
We're both glad when we've given up our money,
Can lay down our arms and leave this scorched earth,
Return to home camps:
Ramparts, fortifications, safety.