I am catered for.
They take me into account.
I am tolerated
I am allowed,
Taken into consideration
As if my rebellion is part of the scheme.
They have that smug, knowing smile
As if I am senile.
I am part of the equation
Whatever I do
Will be used against me.
There is no escape.
It is all-consuming.
That is why they are so smug.
They welcome my protest;
It lets off steam
Gives the appearance of radical
Yet is benign
And can be incorporated
Into chic fashion,
Like Mao, Marley and Lennon,
Wind from the arse of humanity!
I find it scary to think that this global machine that mankind has created is now out of control. There are a tiny elite of the rich and powerful who, either directly as a consortium (the illuminati), or indirectly directing us towards the scene of a mighty downfall. All they want is more. More money, more influence, more power, more possessions. It is a disease and they will never have enough.
This small group own the world. They buy off, bribe and control. They influence the politicians, the media and create their version of ‘the truth’. We are bought and sold. We are directed. We are told how to vote and what to think.
They steal our dreams.
These faceless psychopaths have amassed wealth at the expense of everyone else. War, poverty, pollution, environmental destruction – it is all a by-product of their activity.
All rebellion, revolt and opposition is predicted, absorbed and nullified. The rebels become icons of the establishment and exploited for profit.
The whole world is becoming a theme park.
I can shout until I pass out from lack of oxygen but they will merely deal with me in their myriad ways.
We are the docile majority queuing at the gates of Dachau.
I am harmless!