All good cogs go to heaven

This is more andt prose than a poem

All good cogs go to heaven so accept that you have no purpose, be supplicant you are being watched if you think and ignored if you bleat in chorus.

Sunday the united corporations of God’s call to you by name, be silent, accept, conform and you receive an entry pass into heaven Inc.

Obey because well, hell. Comply because Satan. Consume because corporations, draw within the lines because regulations, your body is not your temple every aspect is marked off and owned liked a skinned lamb hanging on a hook at the abattoir.

Find love because it’s expected to procreate but not to enjoy, fear authority because you will not be noticed.

Keep your revolution private and save spilling your blood for any cause.

Believe all you are told and become a good cog. Don’t choose your own path unless it is sanctioned by a system which is beyond your comprehension, pretend you don’t notice outrage done in the name of nation, wealth, greed and expediency.

The system loves you, the system lies to you for your own good, the system steals your thoughts to know you so the system can maintain your programming.

The revolution has to become public because the system fears you will grow to know it.

The system can only beat you down until others join in then the system feels panic.

The bad cog an undo the smooth running of the machine, the machine is unmerciful while appearing benign.

Disrupt stop being a product that only serves the purpose of feeding the machine.

Find your voice make the system nervous, don’t accept the long drawn plan to make you just a cog that is only guaranteed an entry into paradise an entry into a mythical afterlife before any reward can be earned.

Own yourself.

Live for now, turn your back on the machine, cut loose the corporations that include the corporate body of a God.

Express yourself, rage if you are ignored, take some risks to own your own fate or be a good cog that survives but has never really lived.

The abattoirs are waiting for the good cogs if that is what’s demanded.

Author's Note

If i offended somr people then the message was loud and clear

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The concept of this whole write gives...and then gives even more...like a messenger before the fall...yet the world as we know it is much different...the entirety of this prose goes about that --- as you read between the lines...

[bob, small b. aka invs]

all this poem needs is Pink Floyd singing "all in all we're just another brick in the wall" as a background soundtrack to it. this reminds me, in spirit, of the 1960s and our backlash against the Man, whoever he was. that was before we became the Man... oh well, it gave another generation of writers something to write about.

[outlandish]

I am not offended by your sentiments but bear in mind the man wasn't able to track you by gps or store your phone records, travel records, emails and internet usage then cross reference them and make a digital image of you when Pink Floyd were in their prime.
The man has becone so much larger, so much more invasive to the point that you think your age has made the message redundant because you are old enough to be the man. I suspect you're younger than me and I know that I am further away from being the man than when I was younger and the man was a pygmy copmpared to the goliath we have now.
If I were to ever imagine I am the man, then it would mean that I surrendered my feelings of self.