Who the hell knows?
Who the hell knows?
I used to think that someone did,
Even if it was the bad guys,
Surely someone
Had the script kept hidden
Somewhere in the dark,
For them to pick through and impart?
But now it’s all become so complex
I bet no-one has but half a partial part
Of any proper piece of truth
Or guessless words
About this stressful reckless existential mess
We call the world
None of the bad guys nor the good
Not left nor right nor private minds
Not billionaires not other aliens…..
The guys behind designs
To cling to power, keep control,
To maim and tame, the status quo
But I doubt these guys even know no more
Just what they’re supposed to know…..
This whole society-technology combined-
Careered — mutated to the point where
Human minds can’t find a way
To contemplate it…..
Just an empty hopeless struggle
Fought for powerless ‘control’
With no-one willing to admit, they’ve lost
Control…..
We’ve lost control.
