Trudge on simple people

Their eyes are blank
dull
Life has been replaced with a buzzing

Everyday their self is being destroyed
bit by bit
little by little
Conforming to toxicity

Free thought
exchanged for perceived safety
Why learn when you can follow
why fight, when you can trudge along with the rest of the zombies

Holding up mirrors and spouting bigotry
instead of looking inside and reflecting

Cattle led to the intellectual slaughter
no new ideas make it back to pasture

Fighting for nothing
shouting when you should be silent

What world will you shape
when ideals are shunned
and replaced with billboards
When thoughts become memory
only the flash cards left