Invisible Fetters [Tetrametric Verse]

People penned up without borders
by some hidden social order
wear uniform-less uniforms,
and form a matrix, not a swarm.

What invisible chains bind them?
Where are the minders who mind them?
Is compliance written in our genes --
remnant from ages of Kings and Queens?

On Second Thought [Common Meter]

The scholar sits, contemplating
the world's perfect order,
but finds that "perfect" is a stretch.
"It's close to the border
between Disorder and Chaos.
mere miles from the junction
of Great Malady and Mayhem
deep within Dysfunction."