automatons with business suits clinging black boxes,
sequestering the blueprints of daily life
contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual
as they file like drone ant colonies to their office in the sky
I dont ask questions, dont promote demonstrations,
dont look for new consensus, dont stray from constitution
if I pierce the complexity I wont find salvation
just the bald and over truth
of the evil and deception
there is an inner logic,
and were taught to stay far from it
it is simple and elegant,
but its cruel and antithetic
and theres no effort to reveal it
graduated mentors stroll in marbled brick porticos
in sagacious dialog they despise their average ways
displaying pomp and discipline, they mold their institution
where they practice exclusion on the masses every day
decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavement
simulating tyranny under red alert
protecting the opulent and staging moral standard
they expect redemption of character and self-growth
(no equality, no opportunity,
no tolerance for the progressive alternative...)
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