Into another Dark Age

Instead of books

We’re now, burning thoughts

Ideas and perspectives

That conflict with our own

Narrative of life.


We silence the diversity

The human mind brings

To our lives and the world

By giving the pen to those

Who want the influence, the power

To write the narrative

While we go back to a

Comfortable sleep.


Those who do end up

Struggling to take back the pen

To write their voice

Into the narrative

Are quickly thrown down

Abused and mistreated

By those who do not wish

To be woken.


Their idea, their voice

Is then thrown into the machine

A twisted mess

Is spit out and fed

To the sleepers

So comfortable

In their own dream.


~ Greywatcher


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