Sonnet

Empty Chairs and Empty Tables

Serve your country, as Death comes over and picks flowers

Flowers full of courage and pride that have never been damaged

Blind, until they open their eyes and see the truth in the fight for power

They cry into corpses , hopelessly fixing a bandage

As the days go on, the flowers keep falling,

The fields are full of giddy petals

And rests of the acid decayed flowers that were crawling

Under the fog of the devil

I read this telegram when I see

Empty chairs and empty tables with fresh eyes

A dead flower beside the keys