‘It’s called Progress,’ they say
As they wipe all life away
Sanitized squares for children to play
In air conditioning all day
Linguistically conditioned exactly as they say
Creating your future for you
Without consent of yay or nay
‘I Am’ now means ‘I Pay’
Generations raised this way
Serve their slavery as safety
In buildings built for boredom
To depress and control them
Conforming unique minds into insanity
Multiple choice efficiently sorts them
Living life as thy plan for thee
For clarity… thee sits to breathe
They as thy whisper, ‘now thee owes a fee’
Thee suffers indenture so them shall be free
Them being thee’s future bouncing on knee
Thy screens say ‘thee can’t afford them’
Thee then decides to abort them
Just maybe families should sit under trees
And realize without thee, tacit enemies can’t feed