Shadows of the Revolution – A November Sonnet
Shadows of the Revolution
The occupiers and the tea drinkers
Are getting restless, all across this land
Tell me, watchers, where are the grand thinkers?
The exploiters of the moral quicksand?
So you say, you want a revolution?
The puppet masters craft well any line:
Radical left, extreme right, confusion –
– on the battlefield is always by design!
Who is the shadow? Who is the hero?
Who is the marionette? Who pulls the strings?
See the seeds sown by an unseen Nero…
Watch for agents of darkness, as he sings!
When sparks let loose, who’ll be at ground zero?
For future tyrants await in the wings.