automatons with business suits swinging black boxes,   sequestering the blueprints of daily life   contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual   as they file like drone ant colonies to their office in the sky      i don't ask questions, don't promote demonstrations,   don't look for new consensus, don't stray from constitution   if i pierce the complexity i won't find salvation   just the bald and over truth   of the evil and deception      there is an inner logic,   and we're taught to stay far from it   it is simple and elegant,   but it's cruel and antithetic   and there's no effort to reveal it      graduated mentors stroll in marbled brick porticos   in sagacious dialog they despise their average ways   betraying pomp and discipline, they mold their institution   where they practice exclusion on the masses every day      decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavement   simulating tyranny under red alert   protecting the opulent and staging moral standard   they expect redemption of character and self-worth      (no equality, no opportunity,   no tolerance for the progressive alternative . . .)