While We Sleep They Hypnotize Us. Poem by DM W

The designers of modernity are at work
While we sleep. We're so easily satisfied.
Yet they depend on our complicity.
They rely on our emptiness so they
Can pour all kinds of tainted junk into us.
While we sleep, many conscientious dissenters
& whistle blowers are now being crucified,
By the dark agents & actors of the deep state
And its obsequious media servants.
O how they crush sweet butterflies
With their sledgehammers of hatred!
They desperately need us to acquiesce
To the machinery of bloated power.
They hope we surrender to spurious dreams;
So we revere their vain, gratuitous visions;
So they can take full control of our hearts & minds.
If we remain awake we can stem the tide,
And eventually seek to overthrow them.