Along the worn coastline
One can see the melting mountains
In the distance of urbanity-

For in these times
All one can see is the squabbles
Of men and women to govern-

Beyond their supposed consciousness
Which ultimately leaves the world
Just that bit more worse than when-

Their careers started,
For in chambers of democracy
Sit men and women who despite effort-

Are all too consumed by the biases
That uphold primordial structures
Of social stratification and inequality,

But who can blame any leader
For the choices that they were
So clearly conditioned to make,

Decisions which were not imposed
Nor coerced on to them by some
Fictional organization or myth-

But which they were socialized into-
From the very beginning of their lives
And taught to be the norms of a society-

Supposedly just like any other,
But in this global world-
Sit similarities which grow daunting

To each and every society,
For far and wide the mountains melt
And the worn coastline disappears-

Into the lore of a once had  political stability.