A new page
A new line
A new rhyme
to quiet the rage

Subdue the disbelief
with federal rations
lose all Passion
forget relief

This is the new life
we are trained to live
bred to submit
to the all-knowing device

From the table in the corner
if the light is right
and the pen will right
then the hands might fight
with righteous might
while our fires light the night
but it's only a second of spite
Then it's over.