Rose Petals In the Fire

Panning in frigid water, for a nugget called freedom. The seed of the dream sprouts in the mind deserts are brimming with icy coyote eyes the mountains though lovely, grow higher barely alive, the hopeful are battered dust devil dreamers - roses tossed into the fire. The worthwhile journey never has an ending Tough miles gather like sparrows on broken fences Cartels and sex barons thin out the flanks Hope waning-wailing-chalk hearts in the rain For the worthy, lady liberty patiently awaits. Those with clean nails and fine fancy homes shove barbed wire agendas down blue collar throats Buzzards hover above-dreaming only of dead meat Anarchist and pretend patriots bloody the streets. Front page nuggets whittled down to fine print Only rattlers and God know where dead dreamers lie The masses become immune to imminent death Dust devil dreamers - roses tossed into the fire.