What's It Like...? Poem by DM W

What's it like to be a brain-washed dummy?
What's it like to acquiese to Power?
I ask you these questions because it seems
To me that you've turned off your mind. The hour
Is getting late.The locusts are swarming
Over the crops of illegal settlers.
Time- honoured moral centres are missing.
The light of Truth has been buried by liars.
We badly need a change of direction,
But first you must try re- education.