It is curious how, like our housepets, like sheep and lemmings,
we can be counted on to behave.
Blindly steer a course known for frequency of shipwreck
even when nobody ever seems to get saved.
We should be furious, instead, ignore from where this is hailing.
We are all too unfamiliar with the slowly boiled frog
whose fate has been cinched long before his peril is detected,
all avenue of escape is by then encircled in soupy fog.
Run your knives along the edge between the contents and the bowl
when upended, congealed soup spills out in one piece on the table.
Bare traces of the frog remain even with the spill so cold,
Frog could have escaped but was mentally unable.
Pacified by whatever you see on so many screens,
passing on details while misleading about the source.
If this is that, and that is so, then it must be what it seems;
Well, no wonder then, that must be it, of course
Unless this machine’s tolerances change dramatically very soon
or some savior sent to rebuke us amazingly appears,
we probably end up whimpering, weakly protectively cocooned;
only escape is all of us together addressing our fears.
Always question authority, do not automatically respect.
Remembering our heritage, stand and have your say.
Even well dressed tyranny is not that hard to detect,
exercise what few liberties still linger along the way.