The Grand Order Has Gone Mad

What holds us together has been torn, the unity of a people split apart. Both poles have lost their grip and rupture into division. Categories now proliferate and place each soul into a labeled box governed by the ideologue. Word by word, language has been commandeered by fear and threatened with shame. Good words are put on trial, stripped of meaning and sentenced to silence. They sleep in old books sought out by the apparatchiks for removal or to be replaced by neutered covers. Soon Macbeth will be lobotomized to reduce the risk of upset. The grand order has gone mad. Long lines of citizenry queue for entry into asylums now spreading like shopping malls. Others won't leave home and ossify in the safety of their shuttered rooms. Meanwhile, to the chants of a sterilized song, children skip towards glittering castles hanging precariously in thin air, proud parents happily clapping them along.