Life Under Sterile Class Systems: (Mid February,2021)

I watch the scenes of life drift by like shadow clouds. I think of all the wasted hours under the sun. Why must we suffer due to the whims of the proud And vainglorious, when there's room for everyone? Why do we feel as though we can never escape The utter drudgery of old machinery Which is not fit for purpose anymore? I hate The dream killers and their ilk. For they constantly Steal imagination's treasures and bury them In the mental graveyard of caution, doubt and fear Let's awaken and destroy these cold steel systems That control us. Surely a reckoning is near.