Fat bullets stand aimed and ready

To pierce holes in dissenting viewpoints

Marching in a depressed state of silence

And cut down by the hopeless rhetoric

The core of humanity will become restless

It will chime in chorus over rooftops

And cough up the poisonous ideologies

The phlegm made up of failed policies and

The virus laden mucus contaminated with lies

They will purge themselves from the beast

That for decades fed them their education

And paid less than half price for their services

That subdued them into believing

They should vow loyalty to a system

Controlled by phantom strings

That they should walk into the trap

Full of confidence that the cheese

Is of the best quality

And worth dying for

Humanity will grow tired of moldy cheese

And they will fight for better sustenance

Eventually