poem of political import by helen99

[arethinn]

Sleepers awaken, your bed is on fire
Can't you hear its loud roaring around you?
With each hour of sleeping, the flames will grow higher
Wake up before ruin has found you.

Sleepers awaken, your bed is quite gone
The fire has reached your fine laces
All in its path will be burned before dawn
As all you hold dear it erases.

Sleepers awaken, the bucket is near
For dousing the flames that destroy you
Wake up, fill the bucket, and stand without fear
Even if the idea annoys you.


http://helen99.livejournal.com/259042.html - recommended post. (Poem came from the comments.)