Air currents grind, monotony   Image defined, static scene   Adherents bent opinion-less   Following scent of commonness      Fit the latest rage   Whatever stains the page   Then fears allayed   Of lonely shade      Wheels, they grind, industry   Insipid finds out, out of key   Opinions bent towards standard waves   Bleaching out divergent shades      Mock integrity   Veiled hypocrisy   Ironic finds   When selves descried      Ban expressiveness, bold repressiveness   Dictated by minds, closed tight   And walls that shut out light   And so we have static acts