Sip

Forbidden, they call it.

Toxic. Poisonous. Debilitating.

The bane of our beautiful (war)

country, our splendid (oppression)

freedom, our magnificent (hatred)

ideals, our admirable (fear)

government.

It is cursed, it is reviled, it is anathema.

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But, seeing no sense to their hypocrisy,

I tasted the forbidden mead.

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And I have found it sweet.