automatons with business suits clinging black boxes
sequestering the blueprints of daily life
contented
free of care
they rejoice in morning ritual
as they file like drone ant colonies to their office in the sky
i don't ask questions
don't promote demonstrations
don't look for new consensus
don't stray from constitution
if i pierce the complexity i won't find salvation
just the bald and over truth
of the evil and deception
there is an inner logic
and we're taught to stay far from it
it is simple and elegant
but it's cruel and antithetic
and there's no effort to reveal it
graduated mentors stroll in marbled brick porticos
in sagacious dialog they despise their average ways
displaying pomp and discipline
they mold their institution
where they practice exclusion on the masses every day
decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavement
simulating tyranny under red alert
protecting the opulent and staging moral standard
they expect redemption of character and self-growth
(no equality
no opportunity
no tolerance for the progressive alternative.)