Persuade the world with a dirty palm,
Ever so subtly leaving your mark on all.
Pressing your whims
Of DEMOCRACY and POLITICS
On everyone you meet.
You're like a monster, aren't you?
Or some virulent disease,
Or mindless faceless droids
Assimilating all, leaving none to be their own.
WELL I DON'T WANT YOUR IDEAS,
I say, and am ignored.
Forget free will; you go
And wisely rob from the one
So the other can't.
Your great plan subverted,
Another begun,
You respond the only way you know...
Fire in the night
Prove you're right
Murder for murder, your final solution.
There's nothing so bad a dash of WELL-MEANING can't make it worse
So I'll build me a spaceship and move to Mars.
4/5/99
Mmm... antiwar. Interestingly, I wrote the last bit (Fire in the night, etc.) first, then added the beginning afterwards. Spumoni.
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