We are all trapped
in the middle of this anxiety
we are chessmen, hypnotised
by propaganda and manipulation.
Revolutionisation that comes along
is crawling in the midst of night.
Politics, creeping over the wall
of everything – it is the real politics.
We are all crapped up
in the fantasy of self-assurance
fearing uncertainties
we are objects, a share, exploited
by those corrupted trustees.
Arrested in the artificial paradise
of security and deception.