Alice are getting ready for war
(“and go on till you come to the end: then stop” — Lewis Carroll, ‘Alice in Wonderland’)
The Wonderlands are deserted
There are crowds in the rabbit holes
All Alice fully in magic tangled
Are climbing like a blooming rose
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The pieces of looking-glasses
They’re squeezing in delicate hands
And wreaths of now silent herbs
They carry at youthful heads
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Torn from their beautiful gardens
They must unite while awake
And go to war as an army
To fight the unbelievable Article
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Witches that are crueler
Than the Queen of Hearts
Want mirrors to be obscure
Every key to be confiscate
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New law was made secretly
During the tea at Mad Hatter’s
That magic cookies are forbidden to eat
The rabbit holes must be insulated
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That talking with animals, creatures
Is contrary to the superior law
And all the mushrooms and mixtures
Must be taxed, even when raw
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Walking alone in the forest
Was considered as highly unsafe
And that high heels and tights
It’s a dress code that must be observed
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Bad, fat and sad witches
With crazy jealousy and malice
Cast cruel glances at dreamers
And ordered to arrest Alice
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First ones imprisoned set an example
Were publicly bound with corsets
And forcibly brought to the temple
To marry the appropriate husbands
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As soon as the wind saw it
The one that blows on both sides
Danced to the saddest beat
And for echo for help it cried
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The noise of looking-glasses smashing
Hovered over the whole big world
And the eyes of the girls drunk with magic
Widened, darkened, turned crimson
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Maybe they are tiny and fragile
But each Alice surely know
The kind that flies on a broomstick
Won’t force them to where they must go
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Nobody asked the witches for guidelines
Nobody gave them own youth as a gift
Nobody asked them for any directions
None surrendered the freedom and truth
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Keep off from our gardens
They aren’t anyone’s property
Don’t meddle with Wonderland’s adventures
They cannot be replaced by maturity
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Alice have started to wake up
Smashed looking-glasses into knives
And began to gather into crowd
Near the hole where doors of every size
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They carry wreaths at their heads
Their faces are silent and calm
Deprived of their dreams in violence
Alice are getting ready for war