Gears, cogs and belts are primed
For the processing of those
Deemed unworthy, those declined
Keep them offshore
With a modicum of civility
See their basic needs are met
In state-of-the-art facilities
We have regulations and rules
That need always to be observed
Failure in this would mean chaos
Or freedom... no that's absurd
Men in suits behind desks
Must ensure the stability
Of the state at all costs
Regulating punishment of the guilty
And where remuneration is sufficient
Seeing to the needs of those
Whose guilt is questionable
Throw a few more dollars our way
Your application lands on the right table
You see Ministers come and go
But bureaucrats stick like flies to shit
Unelected and systematised
We love this infernal edifice for what it is
You the public should have known better
Willingly trading humanity for security
In your spurious quest for a just world
You blocked the last artery of democracy
Like scared and scattered mice
Your ingenuousness cost you twice
Once in the belief things would change
Twice in that they would stay the same
So look upon your legacy, which pays us well
It grinds innocent human beings into cement
They come running from war, death and famine
To face the atrocity machine of government
© shaun patrick green 2011
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