Random Thoughts

I burn with rage when i find
limbs are cold against a raging mind
the minds that find in a wilted flower
symbols and metaphors for waning power
and across a table in the haute hotel
Democracy...oh wait..please ring the bell
a cafe mocha...so, where was I
we were talking of civilians who die
the country isnt feeling quite well
and the lady knew, it was the cue
raising the fork, pausing to chew
" we need to show our commiseration
for the starving, aching nation"
That is so thoughtful of you
we will rouse all into an agitation
draw out men from hibernation
then print our esteemed point of view.