This poem, to my joy and happiness, recently won a Silver Key Regional Award in Poetry from the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards. I am proud of this accomplishment, especially because I put so much effort into composing it in the first place, thinking about every word meticulously and every message, metaphorical or not that I wanted to convey in the process. It's only been after much thought that I've decided to show this specific poem to the world-- I think its political and economic aspects will be able to relate to people, and touch their inner frustrations and desires. Sometimes what needs to be said the most is what is is never said at all out of courtesy, or worse still, fear-- and in the context of this year's tense presidential election, it has never been more important for us to look at ourselves and ask: "What do I want for my country in the future?". My poem not only references events in recent years following the utter degradation of our government since the economic collapse of 2008, but also makes quite a few allusions to Harry Potter, and various fairy tales, since I felt only they could adequately express through metaphors our frustrations with the wealthy, and the privileged, and those with absolute power. It's as if our inner childhoods and our sense of wonder and curiosity are being trumped and trampled on by the corrupt, dishonest men we call our "leaders"-- those people that are supposed to protect our country and lead it forward, not sabotage it from within and bring it backwards. 
You can look at this poem all you want and criticize it for its blind or avant-garde idealistic notions, and, subsequently its rose-colored glasses perspective of our political and national future. You might even say the poem is pretentious and borders on social commentary straight from the gaping maw of a blabbering political pundit, or, if you're crazy enough, from the throat of an Anonymous-Esque political conspiracy theorist (similar to Guy Fawkes from V for Vendetta and the November Fifth folk rhyme regarding the failed attempt of the destruction of a Protestant English Parliament, by Catholic rebels). One thing, however, is certain-- and that is this: you cannot deny your feelings of frustration, hatred, and contempt for those above you in positions of power, who in their greed ignore the laws of this country and go about like madmen sabotaging our future for some worthless profit. You know this to be an unspoken truth-- and those that do speak it, well... are the ones ironically labeled the madmen, the ones most ignored for their seeming foolishness. I'm going to end my commentary on this piece here, but I'll leave my readers with one final question: "Who is to say who's a madman, for isn't insanity simply the realization that the world isn't how it should be-- thereby, making all the lunatics the least loony ones of them all?"