[ Cultural Ballot ] Poem by Garathe Den

God, we love to vote
Because it matters, truly
So let the Man slit your throats
To hold the ballots of duty
Making promises they'll never keep
Letting our hope fall out so cruelly
But then they speak the right words
And we're seduced back to its beauty

Hope, change
The serpent is a slogan
Enticing us to taste
A fruit that's just a poison
Constricting all around us
Silencing all commotion
We don't question anything
All just contained within devotion

And when it's time to speak
We are proficiently dogmatic
Erupting in a fervor
To endorse the fear and panic
Raising religion in our minds
Until our hearts become mechanic
Programmed to hear only the system
We've come receptacles of static

Critical thought has been abandoned
Our introspection is a phantom
We just follow without question
Each submissive in tandem
Each corrupted in our minds
Indoctrinated to ransom
That we pontificate belief
In an eternal anthem

Every generation
Becomes another aggressor
Serving violence to the world
In an unlimited measure
Every belief passed down
To form a tyrant of successors
Who cannot think a thought themselves
And turn hostile with pressure

All culturally pompous
As dependent as infants
A congregation held together
Through processes that are stringent
Throwing tantrums in an instant
At the first sight of a difference
Just to mask the very fact
That their whole being's deficient

We fill up the stadiums
And stare towards the podium
The passion in our minds
Conjure the soul of Napoleon
For the State is our faith
It form's a world that's dystopian
We see the absence of slavery
As just pure pandemonium

That's why we vote
Because we're trained that it matters
That without coercion and violence
Our whole world would just shatter
So we increase regulation
Profess a dictum of manners
All hailing this corruption
And our enslavement to masters