NEW ORDER
A little sleep, then a dream: A new world order, In the horizon's lining, Ants are mammoths, And the big pigs; minute. Paupers become givers, And the ample donors, Become beggars on the streets; A classic case, Of grace to grass. Domineers become domineed And the barrage of slaves, Masters. Sweet irony-things fall apart, In a house of rocks. Beasts tread the land, Free from fear of the whip. And man; Superior in stature and thought, Is subjugated. A little more slumber then awake, Just a dream it was, A foreshadow of sort. Satirical and allegorical though, A dream in the offing. @oiraqaleb Esq.