a discreet 'B'

Men of power, in this hour! Set their faces truly dour!
Against the power that is ours!
To make it theirs again!
But they have no more power! For the hour!
Four Manifested the hour! With awaiting cowards! For the
hour!
Doth desire Creative Power! To devour!
To set their minds, To Men as stock! Bought or sold, a
simple flock,
Under the lock! Mere barn cattle! Void of thought! Without a
battle!
Easily Caught! Up the creek! In a spot! Without a paddle!
‘That’s a thought?’ Now that’s the battle!
To take not your thoughts @ only face value!
Comfort is given to enslave! With ease to please!
In which to bathe! The dazed enslaved is amazed!
Driven to please! So easily swayed over to ease!
To the Cell Phones, Ipods, DVD’s!’
Frozen! In worship before them all! Now, brought on bent
knee in awe!
At the greatest fall of them all! The soul suffers loss most
of all!
At this answered call! Spelled under programmed all, by the
master of your fall!
All because you answered the call! For that brand new
HD1080p TV/DVR, after all, free install!
Come one come all! For to fall!
At the altar of the local Shopping Mall
Now all wired up in the web, to wait the spider’s awaiting
dread!
Tracked by blackened eyes never seen, lurk about! Lives to
glean!
As prey for them, minds picked clean!
Scanned and probed minds to ream,
Set as workers, in this dream!
All for them, to convene ‘the darkness’ in the souls of Men!
Greedily gulping down their human sin!
In the ‘shrill’ of sickened blood, lives transformed to mere
noble mud!
Soulless mud! With a final noble thud!
You’re a dud! Thud!
Back
to being just plain ole’ mud!
a discreet ‘B’urial of Freedom has begun!
Just, another simple stick in the mud?