manipulated, every day;
told what to think and what to say,
and who we all should care about –
when to be silent, when to shout

the deaths that really matter, told,
what we should buy is what we’re sold,
and who to pass by and ignore,
since not the chosen cause we’re for

down widely scattered narrow lanes
we guide our ever crowded brains;
and head to, with a battle cry,
where thought and freedom go
to die