It seems their hand
They’ve overplayed
And their welcome
Well out stayed
A box of worn tools
That wants to dictate
Creating a landscape
Of worry and hate
Of numbers and rules
And pawns for a plan
Not about living
But more if they can
Crush and contain
What it is that we do
Wanting to change us
To be something new
A dampened down version
To do as we’re told
The future’s not bright
In fact it’s been sold
But we are complicit
If we do go along
With all of the bullshit
And all of the wrong
That is now around us
And more than on show
Time keeps ticking on
And further we go
~
To whatever end
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