Drink to the revolution...

How long before the next plague, the next disaster,
The pretences, bright smiles and condescension,
Descend upon us, like birds of carrion, again,

How long before we take the plunge, the dreaded drop,
The misery, the broken promises and shattered lives,
Visit us, like ghosts of nightmares past, again,

How long before the last battle, the final encounter,
The carnage, civil war and cadavers of humans,
Are scattered around us in the last throes of oppression,

How long before winter departs, the sun dawns,
And life flows through the desolate garden, again…