The System

A sea of blonde hair,
A sordid collection of blue eyes,
A paradigm of six foot humans,
Bred from obedience, corruption and callousness,
This is the future.

Diversity is blasphemous,
Contrary to the gods of the government,
Hypocrites.
Playing snooker in their penthouses,
Smoking reefers, drinking gin,
Being frivolous.

One day, this will be a democracy,
Overthrowing the black haired,
Bug green eyed fascists,
Like the snake, they slither,
Poisoning those closest,
With the venom named conformity.

The scars inflicted upon each is deep,
Denser than the emotions of the System,
Cool, calculated and idiosyncratic,
The System always wins.