The Merciless Metropolis

MERCILESS THE METROPOLIS SLEEPS NOT.

THE GREAT CITY GRIND IS GRINDING PEOPLE.

DAY AND NIGHT THE INFERNAL WHEELS TURNING.

BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO ACCEPT YOUR LOT

AND BECOME VICTIMS OF YOUR OWN MACHINE.

RESIST, DON’T BECOME GRIST FOR THE MILL.

LIKE LAMBS, RUNNING WILLINGLY TO THE KNIFE.

RESISTANCE STARTS WITH A QUESTION, WHY ME?

IT ENDS WITH A SIMPLE ANSWER, “NOT ME!”

THAT IS WHEN THE GOING STARTS TO GET TOUGH!

TO SLOW-DOWN, THE LONG QUEUE FOR THE SLAUGHTER,

EVEN FOR A MOMENT, IS FORBIDDEN!

THE LEMMING-LIKE URGE IS ALL THAT THEY HAVE,

THE MASSED MILLIONS, RUSHING TO DEATH,

ON THE TREADMILL WHEELS OF THE URBAN CAGE.

ANY CHANGE IN THE PLAN IS PERVERSION.

THEIR GREAT GOD “PROGRESS” IS A JEALOUS GOD.

AND HIS ELECTED PRIESTS, THE POLITICIANS.

KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH ERRANT FREE THINKING.

THE DREAD SIN OF NOT RUNNING ON THE WHEEL,

WILL BE DEALT WITH WITHOUT MERCY, OR TRIAL.

“THE DEVIL WILL FIND WORK FOR IDLE HANDS.”

HANDS RAISED AGAINST THE DUMBED DOWN STATE.

THINK OF THIS WHEN THE NEXT SLAUGHTERMAN KNOCKS,

TO SHAKE YOUR HAND AND TO WIN YOUR SUPPORT,

FOR THE IMPORTANT CAUSE OF HIS CAREER.

TAKE MY ADVICE, JUST KNOCK THE BASTARD OUT!

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Sue Denim's picture

How many times have I thought these things myself... so many. Thanks so much for the critique. It gave me a chance to look at your work. I definitely have an appreciation for it. Great stuff; write on!