You stand on a conveyor,
They ratchet and release.
You hardly know it’s there,
Sublime their masterpiece.
Hijacked your every care,
Each liberty decreased,
While steady they declare,
“Prosperity and peace”.
"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
