Weeds

The Idea* is a weed
it's scattered seeds
always awaiting the rain
and the downpour of liberty

weeds grow at the monuments of the great
weeds even break through tarmac

a veneer of civilisation
cannot hold back progress

what some call a weed
(a plant they don't like or
a plant that doesn't fit their purpose),
others call a  flower, or a food

a storm of confidence
and the weeds will proliferate
flowering with new life
revealing their beauty

as the high priests try to scare away the rain
I can see the black clouds gathering

* 19th C Spanish anarchists called anarchism The Idea