She used to dream, once. Peace, love and unity. Beds for the homeless, futures for the poor. A daughter’s cooling hand upon earth’s fevered brow.

Over time, she dreamed of a different green.

Now, microphones creep towards her like weeds. She feeds them fresh manure and shuts her eyes at night.

Patrick Eades is a writer from Sydney, Australia. When not pondering failed political aspirations, he writes humour and fiction on Medium.com and is working on his debut novel. You can find more of his work at patrickeades.net.