Moderate rebels

Snowflakes and sea shells
Filling the streets
Moderate rebels
Indecent tweets

Threats of explosion
Pissed and annoyed
Sounds of the ocean
Formless and void

Uprisings

Uprisings land
Staging a mutiny
Caps out of hand
Exquisite crudity
Feelings are fanned
Those of identity
Dialogue banned
Freedom’s obscenity

Evermore

Incomplete their arguments,
Rhetoric reduced to tweets,
Slogans of intolerance,
Evermore required repeats.

Revolution’s bought

Huddled round a coloring page,
Wordlessly they’re wrought.
Kindled for the next outrage,
Revolution bought.

Betas

Fighting fish see fins not bowls.
Second rate we’re treated as.
Split, perspicuous, controlled,
Crystal clear our Alcatraz.

The empty beyond

Filling the empty beyond,
Stretching our thoughts beyond measure,
To magic our minds correspond,
While spelling each myth that we treasure.

While casting our speech in this way,
In unified slogans we chant,
And overwrite truth every day,
With help from Emmanuel Kant.

The recipe’s regime

Our television streams
Authoritative memes
Mixing with reality,
Their cleverest of schemes,

With everyone in teams,
And reprimands in reams,
We’re kneaded with brutality,
Flipped within our dreams.

Improved and new it seems,
Hyperbole’s extremes,
Spiced with immorality,
Soothed by sour creams.

A measured, covert scheme,
Within Hell’s steam and scream,
To weaken our morality,
Thin down our lean cuisine.

Mortality the theme
Controlled by the regime,
Heaven’s immortality
The only hope it seems.

Theodore

Theodore you realized
Authority’s ingrown,
And naturally externalized
Within a godly home.

Cleverly you prejudiced
Obedience neurosis.
Sold it to the all of us,
Your apotheosis.

Licensed

When freed from God’s will,
We’re licensed to kill.
When freed from God’s Son,
We’re licensed to run,
Naked in space,
Around, or in place,
Lost with no head,
Freed, but still dead.

Bluecaps

Blue caps, freedom hounds,
Social justice bubbles,
Small scrubs making rounds,
Equalizing troubles.

Toxic pleasantries
Liberating vice,
Exponentially,
Virtue pays the price.

Inspired by – Alexander Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago, The Bluecaps, 1918-1956

“From the most ancient times justice has been a two-part concept: virtue triumphs, and vice is punished. We have been fortunate enough to live to a time when virtue, though it does not triumph, is nonetheless not always tormented by attack dogs. Beaten down, sickly, virtue has now been allowed to enter in all its tatters and sit in the corner, as long as it doesn’t raise its voice. However, no one dares say a word about vice. Yes, they did mock virtue, but there was no vice in that. Yes, so-and-so many millions did get mowed down-but no one was to blame for it. And if someone pipes up: “What about those who…” the answer comes from all sides, reproachfully and amicably at first: “What are you talking about, comrade! Why open old wounds”Then they go after you with an oaken club: “Shut up! Haven’t you had enough yet? You think you’ve been rehabilitated!”

“In keeping silent about evil, in burying it so deep within us that no sign of it appears on the surface, we are implanting it, and it will rise up a thousandfold in the future. When we neither punish nor reproach evildoers, we are not simply protecting their trivial old age, we are thereby ripping the foundations of justice from beneath new generations. It is for this reason, and not because of the “weakness of indoctrinational work,” that they are growing up “indifferent.” Young people are acquiring the conviction that foul deeds are never punished on earth, that they always bring prosperity. It is going to be uncomfortable, horrible, to live in such a country!”