Don't need no 'told ya 

so,' just a hand to help them 

up to join the fight

A late winter drop

of rain waits for a bud on

a sleeping rosebush 

Sleepers awake, the

thaw has come, so wipe your eyes

and feel the warm sun 

The crow told me: don't 

go on the wing, my friend, for 

the winds will soon change 

Choked with emotion 

and shattered by disease he 

narrates his sad tale 

Asleep standing or

awake dreaming as the world

heedlessly passes

The Republic, now

a toothless hulk, shuffles towards 

its doomed end (perhaps).