Acrostic poem for socialism

Seize the time, ah let me not take anything,

of which I know nothing,

caressing each stanza, born of spring,

i am now clear as if dying.

A day in which he was sleeping,

large enough to avoid losing,

i am unable to sit down and start thinking,

she goes everywhere hawking.

Tears saying.

Explanation:

the american colonists were happy with their vicorty, but the french were mad and the french and indians were not alies, and neither were the french and colonist. i think,

a. "how old man winter was driven back” and “ormuzd and arimanes"