POEM - THE OVERCLASS

We are the overclass.

We know the rules of the game.

We call the shots.

We give you freedom

And know how you’ll use it.

In the old days we used power

To control you. Made you

Do what we wanted.

Passed laws to make you.

Killed you if you didn’t.

Religion came in handy.

Worked with most.

Made you respect – even love – us.

And you did what you knew you should – obey us.

You even thought we spoke for God.

Those days are past.

We don’t need to fool you.

We don’t need to bully or break you.

We don’t need to keep you in the battery house.

You can go free-range.

Wander where you will.

We still control you.

We feed your bellies and your minds

And know that with all the freedom in the world

You’ll still do our bidding.