Florida, How Many New Law's does It Need Each Year

The sun still spills on the oranges' skin, Bright as the lies we bury within. The sea is patient, the palms still sway, But silence gathers at the edge of the bay. How many rules must the warm wind bear Before it forgets how to kiss the air? They scribble statutes in hurried ink— Do they ever pause long enough to think? Children dream under moonlit skies, While lawmakers trade in their lullabies For leashes on thought and tide. Liberty wilts when shadows need not hide. Let me lie down where the wild birds go, Far from the noise of the men who know. A law for this, a law for that— But none to hush the diplomat. Oh Florida, must you cage the breeze?