Sluggish Society Poem by Joyce Rugg

Plodding along, we go where we're led
Following drones who've earned our respect
Never caring about what's coming
Though our leaders' motives are suspect

We beg them for our shackles and gags
Because freedom means leaving the herd
where they can be promptly torn apart
Giving voice to a dissenting word

Fear cripples, claims more surely than death
Keeping all of the robots in line
As all humanity is bled out
and replaced with acceptable drugs

Lullabies pull them deeper in sleep
Though they were never truly awake
While those who refuse such mind-control
Are gathered up and burned at the stake