fauxcroft

The house is on fire

And the garden is dead,

But the lies you are fed

Means you think everything is good,

And nothing is going as it should

But you accept this without question,

With a closed mind and blank expression,

As if they are the ventriloquist

And you are just their dummy,

Hoping to be rewarded for being loyal

But they won’t give you their money,

They’ll just exploit you and think that is funny,

Wake up and see the reality

Because our destruction is enabled by you.