When It Changes

 
 
 
Feet prostrate, grounded by gravity.
It’s the law, you know.
The laws you know can kill you
quick as the ones you don’t.
Life’s a battle.
Every day in every way you pick
careful steps among unstable mine fields.
Each and all the enemy to each.
Today’s chosen code 
subliminally mastered
into reality tv, video wargames,
the latest hit tune.
Got to keep up, so we’ll know
your shooting’s friendly fire.
Imprison’d, chain’d, drugg’d
Bent over for inspection at
every Reception ’til
vision blurs on command.
Whose life are you saving?
Whose spending?
Whose gods are you blindly buying
and applying?
You can break the chain
at the weakest link.
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