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The Master Plan
from How To Die Laughing
by Pablo Byrne
THE MASTER PLAN
Bottled water, tinned fish, Fossil-powered vehicles Entertainment through a dish, Your food full of chemicals Plastic in your plain white rice Arsenic in your milk Cigarettes aren’t even nice But still they call them Silk.
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Remember Big Yellow Taxi? The paving of paradise, Taking it up the jacksie Cos everything has a price No thought for nature’s riches Songful birds and honeyed bees Those soulless, moneyed snitchers Would cut down all the trees
Let the fattest cats get fatter While the poorest have more cubs, A worldwide shortage of water, And yet we drown in floods, Money can’t buy you happiness, Wars won’t bring us peace. It’s survival for the penniless, All power unto the beast.
As you watch your leaders lips, Hear all the lies they’re bringing Come trumpets of the Apocalypse Or the Herald Angels singing? Hope keeps puffing into sails unfurled As we lose our spirituality Imagining a Brave New World But lacking in tenacity
I suppose this is tipping the hat to all the conspiracy theorists out there who are convinced that someone, somewhere has a handle on all this. Maybe they do!!
Rocket launching Elon Musk Global Impositioning Getting surveyed dawn to dusk They see who you are visiting All the data on you known Every time and place Fished from chips inside our phones They call it track and trace
If there is a Master Plan For our precious human race Then who and where is Sensai San And how do we then keep pace The air so full of microwaves That penetrate and scatter Turning us into cyber slaves Affecting our grey matter
Search engines, all the gadgetry T.V. around the clock An algorithmic tapestry That knows what makes us rock We tune into our comfort zone Relax all our defences The more we’re known the less we’re shown A.I. in all it’s senses
Now we can all broadcast daily Reach out to far and wide Re-posting guff so easily From webs of truths and lies We live in a connected age Yet we seem so disconnected Everyone’s on their landing page Waiting to be detected Colour, gender, human rights Each one of us is sacred Same sex marriage, Men in tights The naked ape more naked Taxes always on the rise The carrot and the stick Freedom costs, who puts the price? The body politic
Extremist groups are rising On the left and to the right Insurgents energizing And arming for a fight The ones supposed to guide us Show little concern at all As long as they can divide us And keep the groupings small
Can there really be a Master With hands firmly at the helm As humanity heads for disaster Seas rise and overwhelm Tornados twist and typhoons blow An ice age could be forming It’s hard to understand, if so Ignoring global warming
Leave the shadows, show your face Allay all the conspiracies Help us unite to live life in peace End poverty hunger, diseases Join hands and work in unison If not that , then why do we wait? Believing in some God-like Unicorn And hoping it’s not too late!