Democratic Markets

Stands at the palace gate
clenched in the fist
pants short
feet ready to stamp

but it won't let him go.
Ready to surrender,
suicide even if he
doesn't get the soothing statement.

All is silent though.
History nearly over,
the future drizzles away
and the enemy persists.

There is no
fame for me,
born mediocre and
mediocre I remain.