Welcome to Gilead°A Poem by Bob BWelcome, folks, to Gilead. Sit down for a spell. You are going to love it here. Oh, yes, we can tell.
You have freedom to believe What we dictate here. If you are confused, don't worry; We will make it clear.
You will know your place here. Yes, There's no room for doubt. Strict control to make things flow Is what we care about.
Making your life miserable Is easy for us to do If you don’t behave the way That we want you to.
Those who fail to follow rules-- Who are, let's say, too loose-- Will be introduced to our Trusty hangman's noose.
But do not worry. You will love NOT having to think. Of course, all of that is done For your own good. (Wink wink)
Majority opinions do not Matter here at all. Dissent and you will find yourselves Hanging on our wall.
Religious choice in Gilead? Yes, I'll clarify: You can choose to believe our creed, Or you can choose to die.
Women controlling their own bodies? You know that's all rot. For them to make their own decisions Is just a liberal plot.
What? You want to leave now? Oops. I see a problem there. Now that you are here, you aren't Going anywhere.
So, lesson one: I will speak And you will follow suit. It's very simple; repeat after me: BLESSED BE THE FRUIT.
-by Bob B (7-20-22)
°The totalitarian society of THE HANDMAID'S TALE © 2022 Bob B |
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Added on July 20, 2022 Last Updated on July 20, 2022 |