Yours, Sincerely

Sincerity, now there's a word with positive connotations,
An adjective that's too absurd for the leaders of our nations.
They ponder this and promise that
But what's finally received
Is the 'too late; whoops; we got it wrong;
Our intent was never to deceive.'
How corrupt the nation state, it cannot help but smother
And churn out unhappy worker drones
Like Orwell's twisted, fucked Big Brother.
Then look at us....moronic, simple one and all,
'Connected' yet oblivious, blind to our own downfall.

All this used to make me angry and I've always liked to swear
But when the mass are blind you're left behind
And then you cease to care.
I will not play this game no more, I'm no longer having fun
Turn off the stars, pack up my dreams,
Dismantle everyone.
Write a letter to my lover, give her my apology
Hope that I die in hysterics but that I do so peacefully.
For prepare or ignore it matters not,
Grace and despair are all I have lately,
For very little matters very much
And almost nothing matters greatly.