[read like old beat coffee house free verse]
I will be happy soon.
Our complex Eisenhower era of Military and Industry build mistake and doom, minor men, that have made abundant things costly and rare, in governments of whine and pride, a lament of the angry, an error of fraud, killing the common to lift the elite, killing and killing, and injures our great community for little men of privilege, a lobby of indemnity, ingenious magicians of public honey, vulgar braggarts in a loud veneer of media too timid to reveal our democracy is not an agriculture of votes but the water of our future.
The strong are acutely quiet.
As seeds spike their dark inch, as leaves pull to light, as life is mighty and honor is our bounty, as even roses know, we too will one day bloom.
[hey cat, dig it]