Seven cities, froze in time, sit upon this realm of mine
I gave them will and stopped ‘fore eight, and rest to watch what I create
I let them build and make their own, and don’t influence how they’ve grown
City One seems to dictate, and writes that rights are of the state
What the ruler says is law, as dissidents becomes outlaw
City Two, it has a Queen, but crowns aren’t always what they seem
Behind the shade there lurks a man, who meddles every time he can
I smile seeing City Three, for they cast love and worship me
Thankful for the life I give, and all the ways they choose to live
Somethings wrong with City Four, I cannot see them anymore
They fought, they argued, clashed and clanned, then destroyed their fellow man
I put my hope in City Five, for they seem happy, so alive
Sharing, trading, I can see, they’ve mastered their economy
Perhaps they should train City Six, for all I see are stones and sticks
They never reached a point where they shed differences, now here they lay
Seven gives the hope I need, it’s seems their people have agreed
Knowing they are all but mine, they came together, thoughts align
I unfreeze cities, all of them, and watch them from where they begin
As minds of my creations go, I’ve learned one thing: that they don’t know
They do not know which way to turn, which way to teach, which way to learn
I think it’s time I give them rest, with deafening sounds, of this war chest
How the World Should Work 