Agents of Social Control

The mind, like a whirling wind,
Ponders its next revolt,
And as the breeze quickly winds up
The sound party is called in...
Sound in body, sound in mind,
Keep quiet of what you choose to find.
There below in the dust lie remains of human touch-
Kill them off, kill them fast-
The sound party will reign at last.
No more faith or human trust,
No more glutony, no more lust.
No more wondering what prayer can achieve-
No more creating things in which to believe,
For the sound party has been called in...
Sound in body, sound in mind,
Human sacrifice, by and by.
Plain to touch, plain to see,
What they don't want is what will not be;
Fight the conquest, fight the men,
Civilization's bitter end.

Adrienne E Helms
nothingfancy@juno.com

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