The whole of everywhere and all that is in it,
An astronomical clock with infinite minutes.
A number of variables from which we can choose,
Liberty of action but limited to use.

Tick the box for the incompetent party,
You wish to fill the void,
Fill it with bureaucracy; needless and ineffective.
To replace what we’ve destroyed.

“God save the Queen”,
For what’s to replace her?
Praise her power and majesty.
As a substitute saviour.

As grand as we make them,
Failure, although we may give rise.
Too far left or too far right,
We will ensure their demise.

As the world will fight,
Over power and control,
It oscillates between us,
And those who seemingly rule.

Magna Carta’s text; merely a width,
Returning control back to the side,
From where apparently taken,
But not where it hides.

A clock’s winding continuation,
missed by the clocksmith’s hand.
Or the battery’s replacement,
Not afforded within one’s band.

Prevailing randomness would make way,
For chaos, no order and instability.
Although from this the whole of everywhere did begin,
Its retraction is caused by misuse of our liberty.