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Rudderless Land

The government is

Like a car full of passengers

No one holding the steering wheel

No one reading the map

Just a car

Careening wildly down the road

Hitting the curbs

Running down citizens

On cement sidewalks

Splashing puddles of muddy water on

The poor begging along the side of the road

And they spit out the window at passing soldiers

While the radio plays loud warnings

That go unheard