Hey, I'm talking to you.
Don't you read anymore?
Why are you always alone?
Don't you have any friends?
The world becomes meek and hides behind its own shadow.
The strongmen are flexing again,
and we are silently intimidated.
The carrot of democracy is being dangled
and we comply,
trotting along like an ass.
Strange winds threaten freedoms flame.
Drone on, head down, work hard,
control, command, bombard,
I am too busy to care.
Heroics have no place in our new world,
here we are docile,
here we are obedient and overwhelmed.