I lay bound like Gulliver,
with stakes of diplomacy,
and ropes of weakness,
yet defiant!  

I tense my body,
to feel the extent to which I'm held!
But not too much, less something breaks,
compliant!

These tiny multitudes of things,
that constantly attack my senses,
  have made me a bureaucratic “giant “
that must be brought to heal.

That’s why I am staked down,
all bar one arm of course!
For how else could I employ,
the stake and rope I feel?