Poetry of the Anonymous

XXI - The Cycle of Existence

I am what you told me not to be –

I wanted to be it anyway –

It was all I ever thought about.

Then, when looking into the skies of your life,

I realised: all this time was like an ocean;

Being emptied out into the souls of our slave masters –

Whaling down the castrated cattle of public schools boys,

Wearing a mascaraed of rope – tied around their necks in a noose:

Wishing for approval, to earn what they've been given –

Our parents never realised the psychological cost of making us cost so much.

So we do what we're told;

We never question our owners –

As our souls are sold,

Into the corporate world of underlying pain,

Manifested within:

Expensive suits and accessories,

Houses and cars,

Yachts and attractive partners –

'That's what we need to be happy'

An illusion instilled upon us since birth –

A simple two step plan;

All planned out by the corporations –

While they feed off our inherent feelings of inadequacy.

They know it is a part of human nature;

Something nurture can never fully solve –

Yes we can accept ourselves for who we are,

But what you fail to comprehend,

For lack of thought – not intellectual capacity for comprehension,

Is that we are not who we decide to be:

We are the manifestation

Of every subconscious reaction

We have ever made

To every action that someone else

Didn't consciously decide to make

Of which we had no conscious control

In initially experiencing –

If we took our eyes away from the,

Distorted – illusory – fallacious – subjective – incapacitating,

Lens of the media

We would realise that all it ever does for us is:

First – show us people who are better than us,

Second – show us things that will make us better.

I feel lonely in my awareness

Of this fatal irony:

They sell what they say will make us who they say we need to be to be happy;

We buy what they sell so we stop being sad for not being who they say we should be.

This is the epitome of propaganda.

Yet we apparently learn about propaganda;

Something that Hitler used to do –

That we in the civilised west would never do.

This is the true propaganda;

But:

You can't realise that –

Because you can't escape it.

You can't escape it –

Because, deep down, you don't want to.

You want to live the easy life;

Where if we don't question things,

And do as we are told,

We will be happy.

This is so blatant yet so censored it makes me sick:

To think that this is what we chose;

Not through our false election process –

But rather through everything we buy,

Everything we do.

For everything we do is within this system –

And just by being within the system we are accepting it –

You cannot beat the system from within it –

You have to escape it –

And crush it from the outside in;

Until it is nothing but a memory.

Something maybe one day kids will learn about in history:

And marvel at how stupid we were to not realise –

Something maybe one day kids will learn about in English:

And marvel at how accurate George Orwell's 1894 was.