The dreary horror

Of the animal humanity

We though extinct

Ahh, naive populist

All emotion

Caged and controlled

By what a set of rules

Concocted wet dreams of the weapons’ minister

Blindfolded on their knees

Religiously following

The path to a quick buck

Covets annihilation:

Fuck the baboons

Of enemy families

Start opening your agenda

Where dissent is enterprise

A business opportunity

Under the hood

Buckets of blood

For the swine eat anything

Whilst the loyal hounds

Want to be pet.

Cannot choose your race

It’s a given

Live the dream

Or nightmare should it be,

Shut up

Commit to the command

Inner/Outer/Secret

SURRENDER

Lest sheer luck do it’s magik