It seems so set

And is their plan

To destroy what we had

And do what they can

To watch and monitor

Each step and breath

Throughout our life

From birth to death

And while they watch

From cradle to grave

With every system

We become their slave

They’ll try and stifle

What we think and feel

And try and tell us

Just what is real

Because dear friends

They don’t want to see

People with choices

And thinking free

That much has become clear

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks