Bureaucracies

are small collectives who set out to prove
their superiority over the masses
by tying up their lives in Gordian knots.
Bureaucrats make complex paradoxes
for others to live by,
from which they quietly exempt themselves
which make the hoisting of others
on their own petard,
through the application of these rules look simple.

Hereditary Dictatorships

are a system of government where inbred lunatics
govern the country as if it were their personal asylum,
to be ruled exclusively from within.
Nobody let out, nobody let in.
Everybody who is not in the first family
has to know less about themselves
than is good for them, for rule to function.

This is proven when the dictatorship collapses.

"An Englishman's Home is His Castle"

is cliché multiplied, as much as is a lie
built up as thick and high as castle walls,
through the solidity of repetition.

Every castle in every country
in the world was built
by marauders from abroad,
to secure their new
feudal rule, post invasion.

Home governments later adopt
the building as historical amnesia
as newer locals succeed in power,
unknowingly imitating the old invasion,
the hierarchy and enmity of divide and rule.

My home is a place of rest and focus,
a temple or a palace; an invitation to share
I would invite more people there if I knew them.