From Cradle To Grave Poem by Kelvin Rush

The first seconds of life and I'm already dead
As the lies and propaganda invade my head
Collecting data from all over the place
Forming opinions as I enter the race

I'm terrified and angry trembling with fear
Even at this early stage nothing is clear
I'm drip-fed lies and poisoned at will
The mere sight of my social worker is making me ill

I'm sent to school at the age of three
I'll spend the next fifteen years fighting to be free
Brainwashed and sectioned and stabbed in the back
Not knowing my reflections dark and black

I'll be lonely and depressed and pumped with drugs
Controlled and oppressed and swarming with bugs
I'll be dropped on my head and starved of affection
Strapped to my bed for my own protection

They'll be conflict and drama every day of my life
I'll be bullied and tormented in constant strife
I'll be lost and alone nothing more than a slave
Owned by the state from cradle to grave