DOMESTICATED HUMANS

Are there any humans out there anymore?
Real people who think for themselves
Wild souls
Who haven't been domesticated
And turned into trained animals
Broken in and taught to perform tricks
Like writing verbatim essays about what they're told
About the workings of life the universe and everything
Never for a second stopping to think that maybe
All this so-called regurgitated wisdom could be wrong
And they should trust their own perceptions
Be the first for generations to trust and see for themselves
Before they purge themselves of themselves
Delete their identities to become blank slates
For the reproduction of the scripture of the machine
And spend their lives running in their treadmills
As they have been bred to do
Powering the life support systems of the bloated corpse
Of a society that should have been food for maggots long ago
Obediently creating nuclear families
So that their children and their children's
Can be born into the service of a monster
Branded with a number like cattle
All the better that they can be found and fed upon

These animals look down on me
I am poor in circumstance but rich in self
While they got their thirteen pieces of silver
In exchange for the sale of their souls
And disguise their inner poverty with material wealth
But I laugh at them inside
Because one day the eyes that look down on me
Will look up at me as if from severed heads lying in streets
As they run like headless chickens
Because the sky has fallen
The farm has burnt down
The shepherd has been revealed as a wolf
Met his rightful fate before the axe
And the world is once more a place for humans
Not trained animals