All I see is getting worse
it robs me of my sleep;
the people of the preamble
converted to sheep.
In countless rising numbers
to glowing screens they link,
to be so lowly entertained;
to be told what they should think.
This scourge infects their reason
affects their apathy,
though what is right in front of each of them
they plain refuse to see.
They sing this song so many times
till brain assumes it true;
when the sharp edge is later revealed
will sheep know what to do?
These many times duped citizens
spoon fed what to believe;
manufactured crisis, invented emergencies,
invisible cities with invisible thieves.
who have stolen from us logic
and will steal our hard earned rights
from these fools who have been turned into
witless sheep that will not fight.
Twist away from so called news
ignore these media freaks, remember;
the only wheel that gets the grease
is the one that squeaks.