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 ****.