Dear Fly, please look out for the Spider

lust for tyranny,

centralised state,

voracity and hate.

Fear takes hold,

comfortable seat,

advice on

clothing and what to eat.  

 

It’s power rising  

sit back,

allow the intrusion,

programs broadcasting

all is well conclusion.

 

Quietly living

this easy lie,

never to see,

the spider

moving towards the fly.  

 

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