What we leave behind are scraps and pungent rot.
It seems that all we learned we have forgot.
Shoved progress down into a deep dark hole.
Instead we pledge to giving up control.
Feeding a machine that consumes us in entirety.
What might be for some is not for everybody.
There is no freedom in this old new world order.
Oppression reigns and it’s only getting broader.
Choke on these pills.
Serve as you’re commanded.
Prophets are banned.
No more prosperity will come around.
Day of the dead has become enternity of drowning.
Too busy pretending we will be permitted to be demanding.
When in reality all debts will be owed.
And we the people are they who will be borrowed.
Sentenced to life in an endless cycle.
No more retirement when are bodies can’t rival…
Those in their youth whose jobs wr still fill.
Toiling away as our minds grow more and more ill.
Choke on these pills.
Serve as you’re commanded.
Prophets are banned.
No more prosperity will come around.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 