The Drones

The drones
Automatic
Metallic
Meticulous
delirious
they move about
Daily lives
nothing more then a lie
Sheep
A heard of cattle
Content with disarray
Obedient with miniscule offerings
Enough to get by with
But not enough to survive with
Starved of truth
And fed with lies
Guilty conscious
of matter and life
Mind control sweeping the nation
Dumbing down the masses
Premature death
To the living
Will we ever make it
To the elusive existence
Of nirvana
If it exists within the mind
It will manifest within reality
But what exists within our minds
Is
Chaos
Control
Greed
Disillusioned we are
the drones.