On the Horizon

Tell me where to sit
Tell me who to see
Hammer me with rules
Abuse authority
Trace my every move
Cancel all my plans
Cage me in my room
Make me fear my hands
Smear me with your caution
Fill me up with fright
Test me till I fit your scheme
Pretend you know what’s right
Muzzle me, protect me
Feed me false statistics
Televise your jagged lies,
Agendas and logistics
Whittle down my contacts
Prohibit us from touch
Ground us all like infants
With your soulless iron clutch…

Just know that you are arming
A web of vigilantes
There on the horizon
Om shanti shanti shanti

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