human nature? or has the stage been set...

set the stage...
wouldn't it be nice if the ones holding the strings woke up and found their
strings to be useless because the controlled cut the ties?
As the puppeteers carry-on those who have been stepped on take control by observing and slowly grab hold of the a fore mentioned puppeteer's shoe strings.
As the control shifts one could see
that if poverty was so fitting to 'those' and 'them'; what makes
the elite such an awkward size?
If it happened so naturally for one it could just so easily happen to another.

Is it power that holds the difference?
is their hope in power?
or are those who hold it doomed to exist as tyrants?
how does the cycle end?