On Propaganda

When it's deep down in their hungry hearts,
When it's on their frail minds,
Then comes a sentiment internalized,
The privileged provide a shock that sparks the minds of men, a galvanized reply.
Warm is the illusion of a meaning, an anthem resonating in our minds,
And thought is as effective as a weapon, the populace a trigger by design,

Like a fashioned stone-
to monument irrelevance-
to plagiarize the past:
we fit the mold,
Like a proud display-
A soldier holding stout solute-
uniformed for yesterday's parade.

And though it is elusive it's commanding all the same, and instrument of pulse and blood and brain.

Just like Wilson coned the fish into a creel,
Commissioned U.S. to fear and we complied,
And the "war to end all wars" soon bore another,
And it served to prove that thought could be designed...

Like a fashioned stone-
to monument irrelevance-
to plagiarize the past:
we fit the mold,
Like a proud display-
A soldier holding stout solute-
uniformed for yesterday's parade.

It isn't a conspiracy it's common sense, the upper tier lives at our expense.
And in the struggle day to day, in the gradual decay,
I feel it- we feel it:
And the effort is unparalleled indeed,
In the struggle to indoctrinate, it's best to use the means,
While the downed and vast majority, disfranchised lick their plate, the businessman is selling self-made dreams.

When it's deep down in their hungry hearts,
When it's on their frail minds,
Then comes a sentiment internalized,
The privileged provide a shock that sparks the minds of men, a galvanized reply.