Every Day In Every Way Poem by Patti Masterman

The revolutionaries say they want a second chance-
but their heads are off at the necks-
and you know how those types like to lie.

They look so brave though, mounted atop those poles-
we stop and bow a dozen times a day;
I thought I heard one of them sigh.

The revolutionaries say they were cut down before their time,
say they had infallible plans for a new democracy-
much better than the one we had, last time..