Who rules over the land?

Lost monarchs in a land of the dead
Crawling around like blind baby mice
Who dares to think they are gods of chance
Throwing the dice that never lands

The streets are filled with people holding out hands
Every street corner another one preaches
There is a cardboard telling of demons we understand:
‘Unemployed”, “Hunger”, “Diabetes”

The newspapers like prophets scream
That this years graduates will get no jobs it seems
And in a magic tower where the answers lies
The rulers of the land are just –

Lost monarchs in a land of the dead
Crawling around like blind baby mice
Who dares to think they are gods of chance
Throwing the dice that never lands

Who rules over the land?

© 2017 allen wolfie simpson

Concept art: Hanneliese Bredell

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