The Totalitarian Takeover will be far less conspicuous than previously advertised.
No dystopian post-robotic-slavery future,
There’ll still be oak trees on the boulevards no one dares to cross out of fear.
No one-world-government superfactory draining humans as battery cells,
There’ll still be a Tescos on every corner called Nisa Local.
No battle royale desensitised killing-machine children,
There’ll still be an olympics with un-Aryan role models being branded on every screen.
No single pop song on loudspeaker on each block blaring subliminal messages into your dreams,
I’ll still be here… writing this poem.
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