The crowds marching on, day in

day out, unknowing- perhaps they cannot see

so blind to the world around them.

Walls, their shelter crumbling,

crashing down to earth,

back to the foundation of life and the living.

Change- the word shouted through the courts,

through the rallies and the riots,

what change? We are the same as we have always been,

no different than that crowd with which we march.

We all still walk blindly as a mobile corpse,

switching directions with the push of a button. Obey.

Might as well be a robot.

When the invisible "they" say so,

all just nod their heads in agreement,

all walk sightless- moving forward,

moving backward, side to side, it makes no difference

we've reached no destination, if there is one

we have gone nowhere, accomplished not

not a thought nor a view,

Just like an army of conditioned animals,

might as well be a robot,

unfeeling, uncaring, indifference even ignorance

Through the towns, through the streets,

through any city and our homes,

through our lives, are we alive? Barely.

Take what we've got for granted,

and ignore all that has been taken, or denied, or destroyed.

Where are our rights? What rights.

Ignore the signs of a crumbling nation. Ignore.

Just keep marching without any vision,

knowledge is not and neither is fairness,

no emotion nor understanding.

they play us like with the strings of a puppet, dance

no one has an opinion anymore,

none that differ from what they want.

Revolutionary? No. Just an agenda,

in this world who doesn't have one.

Might as well be a dictatorship,

might as well be a robot.