Night Of The Generals Poem by marc molchan

night of the generals

the night is tense

the curfew stiffens

like us the citizens watch

in disbelief

what is happening to society

rest assured we're still in power

what this night will reveal

more arrests the judgements passed

we quell the storm

a storm we upheld for now

for country

and what it might hold

the culture the sagesse

alas our efforts fall short

the storm is rising

our pulse quickens

as we ride the midnight hours

waiting and making our report of the day

troubles brewing that is sure

all we can do to head it off

there is no peace at last

the great society

is falling through to the day

of citizenry anew, new souls, new regimes