by Nick Gisburne
They tell us what to feel, and what to do.
They tell us how to live, and how to be.
They tell us what is false, or fake, or true,
And always where to look, and what to see.
They give us just enough, but nothing more.
They give us less, for everything they take.
They give us what they think we will ignore,
The condescending promises they break.
They want us to be placid, to be weak.
They want us not to question, not to think.
They want us to be silent. If we speak,
They say they understand us, with a wink.
They say, for us, forever, they will fight,
And, when they say it, black is always white.
