Perhaps you might find one
In the bottom of a tattered cardboard box
Half filled with your mother’s school books
She thought she might need someday

Ubiquitous spores tickle as you dig to the bottom
and find a thick book
Something as thick as a “phone book”
Whatever that might be

It’s filled with words from A to Z
and what they meant
Now they must mean something different
Because unless you twist meanings

You can’t have both Freedom and Equality