Faced with compulsory learning
blinded to what actually is,
numbed by waves of propaganda;
such a seemingly friendly warning
delivers a backhanded salute.
Pince-nez confronting reality
misses what he never actually had;
freedom.
In a virtual instant it appeared,
in an instantaneous instant it vanished.
Only an illusion of liberty made to deceive,
as a such sinister arabesque often will
in this childhood of tyranny.
Prelude to usual aftermath or equivalent,
lived so many times before.
While poisoned air and wasted water,
anathema to survival
is everywhere.