A Faraway Land

There's a land, I've heard tales,
Which is guarded by heavy gales,
And the only way to pass on higher
Is to traverse through a refining fire.

In this land there is no crime,
And the bathrooms they say are free of grime.
Leaders are warned, because the screen 'em,
And if they're bad, they gotta clean 'em.

Each policy is carefully designed
With every individual's rights in mind,
And under no circumstances will
Someone pass a self-interests bill.

So settle down, and have no fear,
No matter what, I'll keep you near.
And we shall occupy our travel
While the old seams of this land unravel.