Pillaged Mental Village

Twisted we are, staring at ourselves Dusty on our sky scraping shelves Reviling the imp that stares back at us trading in love for the plunders of lust, For idiots we must be To cleave to a society That dictates our pockets' depth and our heart's reach To invite the water into our mouths when the hull is breached As we shut out reason For a lie that's more seasoned And drown our grey matter With the concoctions of another medical mad hatter Here we are, doomed to wonder for the entirety of our lives Why is there silence in our bee hives, When we accept opinions as infallible truths Choosing to conform rather than reform: an existence without roots, Becoming faceless men and women strutting upon life's stage, Strings pulled, lines delivered, audience engaged, We dance to another's tune, no song of our own, Moulded to conformity, yet we remain alone, For we belong to those who influence us and this we cannot see, Because thoughts are now taught and I have become We.