automatons with business suits clinging black boxes,
  sequestering the blueprints of daily life
  contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual
  as they file like drone ant colonies to their office in the sky
    I don't ask questions, don't promote demonstrations,
  don't look for new consensus, don't stray from constitution
  if I pierce the complexity I won't find salvation
  just the bald and over truth
  of the evil and deception
    there is an inner logic,
  and we're taught to stay far from it
  it is simple and elegant,
  but it's cruel and antithetic
  and there's no effort to reveal it
    graduated mentors stroll in marbled brick porticos
  in sagacious dialog they despise their average ways
  displaying pomp and discipline, they mold their institution
  where they practice exclusion on the masses every day
    decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavement
  simulating tyranny under red alert
  protecting the opulent and staging moral standard
  they expect redemption of character and self-growth
    (no equality, no opportunity,
  no tolerance for the progressive alternative...)