If I ruled the world, we would rue this world (Or Six poems in One)

If I ruled the world
We would rue this world

This current so imperfect will-less world
Where are our ivory towers?
- Hunted and made in to base decoration
Where are the unearthly powrs?
- Undermined by the Brutus Scientification

My will would be done
The elements would bow
Poets would sing
Fear would fold
For we are bold

No more whining about 'thats just how it is'
Damned lies creating an existence worth piss
With no noble active realisation of the self
Bring the Human and God from the shelf

Everything borne to a new height
And depths and darkness no longer stupidly feared
This would be because of my might
Broken boundaries of old and the supposed 'weird'.


Then again I am but a poet
And in this place I deal with whining
Accursed betwixt state
Either become or not, do not hang between.