Mantra

An over view of conformity

Do what your told and there will be no fuss
Idiosyncrasies under control by us

Our Mantra shall be yours forever
If our cage is cold then that will be the weather

Do not attempt to tell us we are wrong
We are the power and our law is long

We will judge you and strike you down
We control any and all forms of sound

Anything there is, is automatically ours
From birds and trees to you to flowers

Our gossip between us tells what's right
You have no say cause you have no sight

This is our mantra and it's the only true thing
So do not spread thinking, or hopes of dreams