Flowers and Governments

Flowers and Governments

Flowers rise and fall,
And governments.
The gardener has found other pursuits
And weeds overtake good men.
Principles wither unwatered
In the sweltering heat of liberal democracy.

The smiling cloak of
Just another sunny socialistic day
Masks the drought,
And flowers wither,
And governments.

Where are the gardeners to sweat on rose petals?
The good men to prick fingers on thorns
And bleed on piles of wretched weeds?

Gather them for the fire, good gardeners,
And bring forth the glory of full bloom
Liberties, Freedoms, Sweet Justices,
Deep blue Union Jacks,
And the red and white streaked Banners.