PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

"We will tell you what to say, 
                       what to think, 
                                 what to write" 
they chimed, with smiles as broad as their 
 lice stained minds. 

From telling people what to read, 
         they moved on to 
              telling them what to think. 

What colour their hair had to be, 
  and the shape and colour 
                       of their eyes must be 
                              just right. 

Strangely enough, very few 
            bothered to offer their 
                        opinions on the matter. 

They shut their doors, and shut their hearts, 
to the slaughtering of their freedoms. 

"We will not see, 
          we will not hear, 
                we will not speak" 
they chanted together in their 
                        collective religion of 
                                    compliance. 

They mumbled amongst themselves, 
        but not loud enough for the 
                              oppressors to hear. 

They burned souls in Berlin, 
                  once upon a time. 
No collected thoughts of higher 
                                  achievement 
would be allowed to thrive. 

They sat in their steel and glass edifices 
  and congratulated themselves 
                        on their integrity. 
They drank their glasses of wine 
          and were content in 
                                 their idealistic lies.