Ignorant Bliss
The status quo, Oh! How I hate that word.
It always summons to my mind a bleak
Condition, Something static; the absurd,
Incapable of change. A sluggish clique
Contented to remain immovable.
In consequence, the common people keen
To worship gods that are improvable
Beliefs in tenets as contrived as dreams.
The branded multitude we label free.
The mark is either cross or star to make
A difference. There’s no difference! See
The cows in meadows! Their future is Steak!
We also are contented creatures, dumb
Unable to assert ourselves. How come?
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