Anesthetised

Societal anxiety 
Sunken by the true belief
Of the brilliant light
In obligatory grief
Void in the pocket
Avoiding the mind
Struggling to suppress 
The crushing daily grind

Impassively imperceptible
Once master of the game
Enthralled in chains of avarice
Prostrate but acclaimed
Keep the rabble respectable
With a designer suit and tie
Sacrifice your children
At the alter of their lie

Daily twitter outrage
Murdoch’s apportioning blame
Isolation’s trending
And Facebook is aflame
Trenches dug by media thugs
Battle lines are drawn
For crimes against the felonious state 
It's executions at dawn

Parliamentary identikit parades
The piecemeal offerings
The doctor is a woman 
But the ice is wearing thin
Project fear and tabloid smear
Choose ‘Enemies of The State’
While Ghetto Jews haunt the news
Foreshadowing the hate

With 140 Characters
Donald constructs his wall
Brick-by-brick, tweet-by-tweet
The US begins to fall
Muslim only no-go zones
Reds under beds
The refugees are on their knees
The Sun has a price on their head

Now the barriers are being kettled
The welfare state destroyed
The opposition’s devoured itself
The army’s been deployed
The black and gay are dragged away
And Deserters will be shot
We’ve murdered all the experts
But the temperature’s still getting hot




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