We are living in a sea of optimism
Unable to be mislead
The same story is being told
It gets so old and feels so cold
You flood us with distractions
That germinate our brains
You fill our lungs with air like a mother’s soothing words
In your sad attempt to ease our sanity
Still we choke and cough up tattered parts
You forget dangerous citizens are involved in a symphonic history
We eat our chicken and never speak
At least that’s what we wish for you to think
Your promises of progress unite most mindlessly
But there are some that know one day your floating fortress will crumble as we make it quake
The price of progress is much too high;
We will not consume it any longer
Or we shall suffer from incurable sanity
(written from the point of view of a person rebelling against force-fed ignorance)