Red Rose

Order is a flow'r that blooms during day

Flimsy branches, firm roots, and born in clay

Its thick leaves are shelter of the common

Yet a cover-up of the demagogue.

'Tis foraged by beasts, mired by their feigned howls

Order withers and falters to the ground

For,

What more so than any lion that prowls

Is a nation whose stomach squirms and growls