The wise ones are drugged
Into submission: alcohol, soma, what you will.
Forensic psychology reveals traces
Of long-forgotten faces
Which, much like Munch's silent scream,
Degenerate into a constant nightmaredream.
Desire, in all its lurid manifestations,
Falls into disuse, Procreation is all.
And all is as it was before:
A flat, grey concrete floor
Krema I at Auschwitz,
340 corpses burned every 24 hours
This was indeed progress of the sort required
Arbeit macht frei.
Weaponising the common man and woman
An act of genius
But much more dangerous is the common man
Ready to act without question.
Yes, plenty of those in our nation.