When we have all gone mad
When we have all gone mad and lost our reason
And turned into dumb, blind, compliant sheep
And no-one’s left with sense to see the treason
That was wrought on us while we were fast asleep;
When history’s been lost and no-one knows
From whence we came, or even where we are,
And we are left, like winter’s battered rose
Directionless, beneath our wandering star;
Then it will be too late, too late to learn.
The textbooks will have gone, all been taken,
Thrown on the fires of darkness, all to burn:
The wisdom of millennia, all forsaken.
Then what the prophet said will come to pass:
We will have disappeared up our own ****.
Copyright © Richard Grenville | Year Posted 2024
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