Second Draft

I’m not naive. I’m far too old to be.
But I believe that we’ve too many laws.
I say I’m versed in chunks of history,
and where we’re worst, perhaps the rules give cause.
Most people are benign and neighborly.
The bulk of us are fine avoiding murk.
But magnates surge with sociopathy
that drives an urge to manage like a jerk.

And rules without enforcement, or a fair
administration, summon discontent.
A witch’s spell, chaos to hellish lair,
that knowing brains, was probably unmeant.
So I conclude, and think more than believe
(submitted by a person not naive).

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