Dear Friends,
Once trust is lost it’s not quickly re-earned,
Actions of the state leave the people burned,
Claiming to be woke,
They’ve made a joke,
Out of the idea of consent of the governed.
Very soon no one will be alive,
Population collapse news at 5,
It’s been done before,
The arrogant adore,
Now we have entered Universe 25.
Scientists are singing a lilting song,
After taking a hit from a glass bong,
A soulless cut,
It’s inhuman but,
There’s no way it could go horribly wrong.
Appeal to authority is really swell,
Invincible armor a security shell,
Authorities are few,
Censorship for you,
And no independent thinking as well.
Your consent is simply not ______,
Your posterity you will be _______,
We’re lab rats,
To red ____,
So shut up your already defeated.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
