by Tessie H

Created on: August 19, 2011   Last Updated: August 20, 2011

A society all its own
With those more treasured in the back
Hiding from the despot's eye
As he can only see three rows back
In that tiny rear view mirror
He cannot see crimes committed
As those with the power to rule
Sovereign over those who can't.

A microcosm of real world
Politics played with each passing day
As those in power rule the back
And those in thrall sit in the front
And breathe sighs of relief it's not them
As the world spins aimlessly
From stop to stop to get more citizens
To head to another planet.

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