Crawl to their feet,
These hounds you’ve followed.
When your time is complete,
Will you be fulfilled or swallowed?
Just another pile of bones,-
That was blinded by the machine.
Ground down to dust,
Before realizing a truth so obscene.
The flocks have been occupied.
Their minds controlled by flashing scrolls.
Breaking news that’s scripted just right,
And force-fed into your souls.
Consumed only with their own opulence.
Never minding the needlessness,
Or worrying of the consequence.
If the man on the screen says it’s so,
Then it must be true.
Lies are more valuable,
To the people who try to control me and you.
You and I are just pawns,
Pion pieces in a far greater game.
Numbers to our government,
And forgotten by our names.
The truth is meant to hurt,
But after that initial jolt…
Will you still gather with the sheep?
Or take a stand and revolt.