They live their lives in silent protest,
(ever more) silenced by that self-serving
antagonist managing the mute-button
Dumbed-down dummies as they're being
bottle-fed prescription pills and
processed propaganda - here eat!
But who am I to judge?
STFU! Eat your veggies!
Do what you're told!
The masses must be managed -
White collars congregate in sanitized
prefabricated corridors
Blue collars circled into concrete corrals
at the assembly line
One complacent, the other compliant
Both watching the clock on the wall -
TikTok! (all rights reserved)
But who am I to judge?
STFU! Do your job!
And let me do the thinking for you!
The crowds want to be controlled -
Skulls splinter, spines snap underfoot
as men march in perfect unison to the
pulse of war-drums
The public outrage neatly expressed in
the hogwash headline of the publication
The cause? - it doesn't matter
But who am I to judge?
STFU! Fight our wars!
Do what you're trained to do!
The rabble need to be ruled! -
The result? -
degradation and humiliation
(But who am I to judge?)
©dead_poet
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