Rushing through our daily commute,

coming home to watch our TVs on mute.

Manipulated by all the manufactured designs

can no one tell that these are all signs?

 

They are trying to mold us, one by one

into A Human Corporation.

They control us easily, our minds feeble and weak

Freedom of speech has turned into a fear to speak. 

 

All the wrong people unveil their minds,

and the few in the Right stay far behind.

So afraid to face the music,

too frightened to face the truth.

Unsure of the damage that

their lyrics could do.

 

So, we drabble in stories

invest in make believe

to cloud the corruption otherwise blatantly seen

 

So, they run ads on the TV

proposed propaganda to

cover up their real plans

Mistaking us for people

who do not understand

 

If I doubted that this so-called

reality was real,

would I be penalized for how I feel?

 

Would I Bombarded by opinions from the paparazzi trash?

Or disregarded in disgust, like when ugly colors clash?

 

How will the puppeteers and panelists

choose to view the girl

who refuses to conform to this

Corporation of a World?