05/05/2025
Lambs to the Slaughter
Doomscrolling dreams in a flickering glow,
A thousand fears that silently grow.
Covid crept in, so did control,
Vaccines and mandates took their toll.
Cashless streets and pixel pay,
Every word we speak — they replay.
Monitored calls, each keystroke tracked,
Our privacy sold, our freedom hacked.
CCTV in every lane,
Eyes that blink but feel no pain.
Google hears, Alexa knows,
Our homes no longer safe to close.
Glamour on shelves, fruit with no soul,
Tastes like wax, but pretty and whole.
Modified seeds, tampered meals,
Nutrients stripped from nature’s deals.
No one asked us, no one cared,
We’re herded quietly, souls bared.
To work, to toil, to earn and spend,
Only for taxes to twist and bend.
The men in suits, they speak in fog,
Each word a veil, each law a clog.
We vote, we hope, yet deep inside,
The winner's picked, the rest just slide.
Markets tremble, we hold our breath,
Chained to fortunes, dancing with death.
Constructs made for power’s game,
The rich get richer, the poor get blame.
We think we’re free, we think we choose,
But every day’s a game we lose.
Can we eat? Can we live? Can we afford to be sick?
The world moves fast — better choose quick.
But look — a new drop, a trend on the rise!
Your nails are wrong, your look's not wise.
Tap your phone, forget the fees,
Buy your worth in silent pleas.
Cash is gone, replaced with ease,
But freedom crumbles piece by piece.
Look at China, we used to say,
But now we mimic, day by day.
Convenience reigns, a velvet chain,
Wrapped in joy, embedded pain.
Yes, we vote and voice and cheer,
On matters that hold no power near.
We choose our toast, our cereal brand,
But not the laws that rule this land.
So here we march in daily grind,
Blindfolded, muted, slowly signed.
We are lambs — soft, compliant, blind,
To the slaughter, one of a kind.
Believing we’re free, beneath their gate,
But freedom’s not real when it's up for debate.