Life Under Sterile Class Systems: (Mid February,2021)

I watch the scenes of life drift by like shadow clouds.
I think of all the wasted hours under the sun.
Why must we suffer due to the whims of the proud
And vainglorious, when there's room for everyone?
Why do we feel as though we can never escape
The utter drudgery of old machinery
Which is not fit for purpose anymore? I hate
The dream killers and their ilk. For they constantly
Steal imagination's treasures and bury them
In the mental graveyard of caution, doubt and fear
Let's awaken and destroy these cold steel systems
That control us. Surely a reckoning is near.