Janus our God you open the doorway,
Release the old and sweep the floor,
Bristles cling to mistakes and wisp,
Above a coil of wind lands to moor.
Saxons names you wolf month once,
For reasons of guarding the field,
Teeth bared and telling to stop quick,
Release a guide to help one yield.
Cottage pinks grow free from garnets,
Colours flood the mind and make free,
Soft touching and truths roam endless,
Ah the tramp now left on decree.
Plough Sunday nestles deep in your breast,
Burns night has lasting first members,
Martin Luther King Jr. celebrated in states,
Republic Day also has rose from the embers.