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.
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.
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