The people rise
They don't, they can't,
Continue to obey
The tyrants who reign.
The tyrants who reign
Without knowing what's best.
Best for the people.
The angry people
Over which they reign.
No one knows
What really goes on
In the high-up place.
The home of the rulers.
Do we ever really know
How any of it works?
'Tis a strange workings,
The chaos we know well.
The chaos of our minds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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