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?