somewhere
outside and beyond
the boring
bland
bourgeoise
of the middle ground
lie the romantic
extremes
of lawlessness
and tyranny
for the ones
needing more
from the middle ground
than what they've gained
or what
it offers
there's the romantic
storybook realms
of lawlessness
and tyranny
beyond
the middle ground
there's the fanciful
realms
of tyranny
for the ones
blaming too much lawlessness
for their troubles
just as there's
the fabled realms
of lawlessness
for the ones
blaming too much oppression
for their ills
fairytale realms
for the fools
blaming the middle ground
for their own
lack of progress
or losses
blaming it
on the turf
instead
of their own
inability
to sow enough
from the imperfect
yet fertile soil
of the middle ground
having sown
enough seeds
of discontent
within the middle ground
lawlessness
or tyranny
become
the solutions
to those
not finding
enough traction
so
the middle ground
disintegrates
as more and more
flock
to the alternatives
as more and more
desperately
grasp for answers
in the comforts
of lawlessness
or tyranny
while the soil
of the middle ground
crumbles
leaving
lawlessness and tyranny
as the only offerings
to the desperate
and needy
while the land
they once knew
slips further
and further away
absurdly
leaving
lawlessness
or tyranny
to quell
the anxieties
of the desperate
neither lawlessness
nor tyranny
offering much hope
or room
for progress
through anything but bloodshed
which
at least
the boring
old
bourgeois
middle ground
once did