PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Leaves transform from living green to dying red;

by winter's first snowfall, they will be dead.

Comrade, you think metaphysics are fiction---

but this annual process may be Nature's prediction. 

The regime you have built to achieve satisfaction

of your need for vengeance will reach its putrefaction

and complete collapse (one of your nightmarish fears)

in a relatively short time---less than seventy years.

Starward