Teach me what to think,
For I don’t even suspect that I have a mind.
Fill me with information
And call it education.
Program me with your doctrines,
And call it enlightenment.
Show me whom to hate,
For since I can’t think for myself,
I will be as warm steel moldable and for good use.
Take as I will the magnificence of others,
Calling it my own and defacing it for bloated purposes.
Consume as I wish propaganda ideally suited,
To making me mimic thoughts spun by others.
Beat my chest, I will, with zest and conviction,
As though I thought of the revolution myself.
It is us against them, who think they are beautiful.
How dare they? Is our rally cry!
How dare they place themselves above us, or any of our kind?
How dare they think formative thought and maturity of mind
Are substitutes for platitudes and posters.
Names are what we will call them, should they be onto us,
That’ll do it!
For it is they who scare us the most:
The ones who see right through us.
It’s as if they have a faculty we’ve missed,
Though we’d best rush to deny it to ourselves.
How dare they not bow to our immediate wishes;
How dare they not quickly cave to our frenzied demands,
Why, it proves their insolence, the very fact,
Their free thought, their singular stand, their resistance,
It shows their elitism for what it is,
So call them names, lest we stop,
And hear the whispers our selves,
That the masterpieces we today trample,
Could never have been created by any but them.
Off with their heads!
Now what’s that you say?
It’s broken and won’t run?
The clocks don’t work, the planes won’t fly,
The building fall down out of the sky?
Find someone, find someone, find someone quick,
Who knows, who has knowledge, who creates, who builds,
Find someone to fix, to repair, and prop up,
The hour is late, the crumbling severe,
This isn’t much fun anymore, bring one of them here.
How dare they, how dare they, leave us like this!
Did they know this would happen?
It’s their fault.
It always was.
