They are the kept in their forest created by his sin
often overlooking their brothers and sisters
dazzled by a greed of addiction and want
filled with artificial desire, yet feel nothing within.
Freedoms slowly taken one little piece at a time
they are surrounded, yet cannot foresee
the construction of destruction that will plague this land
as the master designs his ideal Frankenstein.
This country of the kept are hand fed disease
by the giant machine of likes and trending trolls
one must wonder what will become of this once glorious land
but a garden filled with brainwashed puppets from the mountains to the seas.
Her guardians will sell her to the richest Western bidder
while the kept obsessively click in a seductive distraction
and when there’s nothing left but a long grey desert of ashes
her ancestors will weep and mourn the come of nuclear winter.
So what will become of this once glorious land
as the smoke evaporates and the ashes rain down
o’er the heads of the kept in their forest of veils.