I've just come back from a week in an immersion training course: the "Power Lab". It's a social simulation where participants live out the roles of being at the top, middle and bottom of a society. It was held up in the mountains - it was cold! Each society works out differently; ours managed to avoid a revolution through art. Some haiku came of it:

piebald mountain egg
feldspar and mica and quartz
a granite pebble

lime green lichen
tendrils of symbiosis
algae and fungus

food, bed, deception
something blossomed in the frost
no cowabunga