Anarchist's Lament

The craven are enslaved
Even hiding
In their dreams

While the Tyrants teach the young
To feed
Themselves to the machines

They march to cannons blasting
And the steady
Drums of War

While the few who cry
In conscience
Are not heard above the roar

Impassioned screams and whispers
Find they're
Crushed by the applause

Of the ignorant and many
Who fight blindly
For the cause

Those who try to argue that
This cannot
Be the way

Soon themselves become
The enemy
Of them that rule the day

For the prison's walls
And shackles
Are at angles hard to see

Only looking at them straight on
Shows the truth
In what they be

So they keep the sheep
Distracted
With both flashing lights and sounds

Till they're less moved by
Rationality
Than false baying of fake hounds

Hope is scare when men
Are slaves
And liberty is dying

If Freedom's broken heart
Were bared
In truth, she would be crying

But though the subtle chains
Of the oppressors
Are appalling

Take heart, for with each
Passing day
More scales from eyes are falling