Monolithic insanity
cuts through the air with no magnanimity
Cold stone prophet to calculated cruelty,
not by accident but by absolute design
They crunch the numbers for the next genocide on the line
Behind the spectacles, only eyes
Eyes are the gateway to the soul, that’s why we are fucked
Sending out memos, no place to hide
Doing tests online,
hanging washing, passing time
They have words but never use them
Lost in transition
Constant consultation, wearing thinner by the day
The collar’s too tight and the name don’t fit
Free from one trap,
gratefully received by another despotic bureaucracy (a nightmare since 1984)
Falling sideways through the gap
Can’t stop, got a tram to catch
Caught in the headlights
Confusion and delay
Breathing is a challenge at the moment, reaching for a rescue to soothe the day
Eyes are the gateway to the soul
That’s why we are
Fucked
Copyright John de Gruyther 2015
The World Outside the Window 