He who “runs” a country
Has cams for citizens,
And they run round and say they’re free
In little slavery pens.

Who likes his country to be “run”
Sees himself “runee”,
Pretending that he’s having none—
Responsibility.

From a country that is “run”
You must run, or rebel,
Else you’ll be spent and done
From standing so still.

Who wants to “run” a country
No destination has
But canyons in the country
Where buzzards eat what was.