A slow suicide called life and state sanctioned.
It is the condition of the carceral society.
Paranoia has become a proper state of mind.
And there's a despot around the corner.

Omnipresent surveillance.  Society of control.
The cattle are guided by passageways like electrons in a closed circuit to the killing floor.

Exchange market value of currency against convenience.
The stock that won't drop.
However, liberty and security are not interchangeable in a war machine that never stops.

In this society
of souls from the millennium
Invigorated by validation
Drugged only skin-deep
With toxic actions and words
And prices ruling like
A silver-spoon-fed princess
The value of an individual
Plunges deep into the depths
Of the shallowest mirror-like pools

I can only sigh
As I sit in this new class
Alongside new faces
And the absence of the professor
I think of refunding my expensive tuition fee
When I pay my utmost attention
To everything around me