Rolling Dystopian

 

The Revolution unpeels

Ugly truths revealed

Former friends coerced to repent
lest they march to the guillotine

  
Welcome to Disillusionment
as disingenuous demons
hold out their slimy hands

"Join our lesser of two evils crusade"

they hiss cynically
to we numb prisoners
who really never had a chance
fighting against such a stacked deck

The air now reeks of capitulation

A putrid sweet chemical stench

impossible to describe

Now we new citizens
have been properly indoctrinated

The memories
of our former subversive lives
power washed and obliterated

Freshly minted members
of the one thought collective

dutifully motivated

Though still not fully trusted...

Cause whenever we pass
former comrades in the street
a flash from suppressed yesterdays
penetrates our conditioning

As we nod unknowingly

to our buried past
like a reflex action
our new masters
will never fully control