They gather at the gates
Shouting, screaming, demanding answers
But no one ventures out
To satisfy the baying crowd
"Why are we not heard?"
Is the familiar cry.
"We are the ones who fight, who die
Yet you remain behind your painted walls
Eating from your banquet while the rest starve"
"Do you believe it will always be this way,
You forever striding over the huddled masses
Smiling smugly as you throw a bone
Expecting gratitude as vindication and currency "
"Well my ‘friend’, it ends here
We will take what is ours by right
We will cast you down
So all can share the wealth"
"I like it here, I think I’ll stay
I am the representative of the new order
I promise to make things right
No more will the imbalance remain"
"But understand I need time
I ask you all to return home
Be patient for all will be well
Though I must close the doors to prepare to begin"
"Such a task is in front of me
The masses just can’t comprehend
All I do is for their good
This they will see in the fullness of time"
"It’s been a battle so I’ ll just relax
Have a good meal, maybe a drink or two
I promise to begin my task tomorrow
Or maybe in a week."
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