Lords of Delusion

A Template of control

They are not oblivious.

They are not callously blind.

A global catastrophe is on the horizon

We, the people, still cannot see.

Serfs, we are and will remain

Until the end finds us all.

Nothing to be done to soothe our pain

But groan, grumble and continue to consume in vain.

They know what is coming.

They know the game must change.

The Masters at Davos

Can clearly see the picture.

Serfs, we are and will remain.

If they plan it right, it shall be so.

Apathy is our eternal shame.

But we are adamant that our lives stay the same.

Through decades of hoarding, buying and selling

Democracy, governments, business and time

Power all sewn up in a sack

Once taken, never getting back.

Education highjacked, clever minds routinely hacked

But all is not secure

For they fear the pitchforks are coming

And we’re knocking on the door.

Now is not the time to demure

Prepare to sort out the plumbing

To wash the dregs away

Back into the sewer.

A call to action

Behind the scenes

The elites huddle in groups

A cabal

How best to survive the future

Twisting the fraying strands

To knot them in their favour

Tie the fools up in conspiracy bands

For what is plain to see

Is surely too obvious to be.

Enclaves that only the monied can inhabit

Water, house, land and food to grow.

A carefully controlled utopia

The tech Lords lead the way.

Let the slaves

Who breed like flies

Outliving their usefulness

A pestilence devouring the land

Die in their masses.

Another beautiful solution

To save the world from overpopulation and pollution.

The Darwinian code rules the way

Only the strong shall survive

Transhumans supreme, conjoined with the internet

The weak shall not inherit

Surely, even eugenics has its merit.

They have had the time to experiment

With every disaster, there is opportunity.

The Covid pandemic was simply a boon

Especially for those born with a silver spoon

Directed to purchase a product

Not adequately medically tested

But under such urgency

Swallow the bitter with the smooth

And deal with the devil in the detail after.

Why the secrecy and paucity of peer review?

Why the rush to secure against litigation?

Why the immoral push for profit above sharing and humanity?

Open the hand and grease the palm

Rewrite the laws

Iron out the flaws.

We, the people, will soon forget.

They weren’t ready, taken by surprise.

Nature is inconvenient.

For she is not subject to man’s lies

Or his delusions of grandeur.

But still, they persist

And believe me, they now have the gist.

Digital banking is the key.

You will own nothing and be free

Take away your money, and you belong to me.

I am the master; you are the serf.

They will feed us, clothe us and medicate us as they see fit

And we will be better off for it.

If we dissent

They will stop our last cent.

Ask the G20.

Naughty children.

Do as I say, not as I do.

This lofty position is not for you.