Routines’ Hymn

From the halls of propaganda,
To the shores of brainwashing;
Told and shown selective details
But will never learn a thing;
First to go and do all orders
And true reasons go unseen;
So quick to act without thinking
Not to know what they mean.

Our children are blinded from birth
To ensure the job is done;
They will grow up to think alike
Set in stone once begun;
In the walls of nearby structured schools
Closely guided in their teens;
Soon will be leading younger ones
Like tight oiled machines.

Here’s thought to you and what you do
What you’ll fight to preserve;
You are told that you are the best
And you’ll get what you deserve;
If you rethink all your beliefs
Before you wear your greens;
I hope you will discover truth
And exactly what it means.