Puzzle Poem by Catherine Yen

The elite and the great are in minority
'The majority party is always wrong, the minority one is always good' -
Ibsen said
The throne of the world is like a pile of firewood
Instruments of torture as a forum
The glory received is devastated
The crown is only a contempt
But human beings often devotedly
Cling to those who seem to lead a smooth road
With fame and title

The heart made by wax can cast everything
A person can not sustain his position
Can only give up his name
In a cup of broth
Tasted all the saliva
Fallen the beings
Mourning their own by a fearful soul
Betrayed himself
Exposed the heart

Leader is only produced in a un-consensus group
Heroism is to repay the absence of the talents
Life becomes possible
Rely on the incompetence and loss of memory
Silent the executioner
Destroy all the truth and thoughts
Confiscate the ration
Maze becomes the rule
When half- god left
Comes the real

- The world's most powerful people are often the most isolated ones