SheepleA Poem by Creepy Swine GuyWe are children, not yet wise enough for truth. Truth is reserved for the elite few, men who are above Democracy, elected not by the people, but by the network of 'old boys' from 'good families'.
They know what is best for us and what bits of truth we can properly digest, … and so they spoon feed us our day's ration of gruel, and nothing more.
Stimulated by all the right buttons; a flag, an anthem, uniforms, cellmates to absorb our contempt and fuel our insecurities, we fall into line, we fall into lock step. We become afraid of the truth and cling to sound bytes.
After not too long, we no longer need to be watched, no longer require herding. We come and go at all the assigned times, and we dare not to dream. We are now trained to see things as they are, and just ask, “Why?” © 2014 Creepy Swine GuyAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on October 20, 2013 Last Updated on February 19, 2014 AuthorCreepy Swine GuyCentral, NYAboutThe Ten Commandments of the Writer's Cafe (King Swine Version). 1. Thou shalt not plagiarize. 2. Thou shalt not treat badly any writer based on their age, social status, ability or creative view.. more..Writing
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