Just Enough Seeds

Of doubt

Have been planted

In that fertile ground

Betwixt your ears

Of who should actually

Be the president

But not enough to

Burgeon a concept

Inspire revolutions

Invoking radical change

That any “system”

Of government that

Does not collectively

Feed and shelter every

Last earthly inhabitant

Making sure all have

Clean drinking water

Working sewage systems

Without living in fear

Of starvation and war

Then the growth

From the seeds

Will just be as

Unwanted weeds

Inundating the

Decaying brain

That knows neither

Rest or peace