Inner Logic

Automatons with business suits clinging black boxes,

sequestering the blueprints of daily life

contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual

as they file like drone ant colonies to their office in the sky

I don't ask questions, don't promote demonstrations,

don't look for new consensus, don't stray from constitution

if I pierce the complexity I won't find salvation

just the bald and over truth

of the evil and deception

There is an inner logic,

and we're taught to stay far from it

it is simple and elegant,

but it's cruel and antithetic

and there's no effort to reveal it

Graduated mentors stroll in marbled brick porticos

in sagacious dialog they despise their average ways

displaying pomp and discipline, they mold their institution

where they practice exclusion on the masses every day

Decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavement

simulating tyranny under red alert

protecting the opulent and staging moral standard

they expect redemption of character and self-growth

(No equality, no opportunity,

no tolerance for the progressive alternative...)