Here they stand in equal measure, side

by side upon a long podium, each

looking out upon each other and visualizing

a lesser crowd and higher standing for

themselves. Do they not see the ground

is even underneath their feet? Or are

they blinded by their poisoned imaginary crowns?

This poem is about: 
Our world


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