To see a new world's invisible hands
And their Heaven in a life-size Skinner box.
Foxes hope innocents follow their commands
And gallop in bread and circus blocks.
A woman's dove trapped inside a cage
Puts all Heaven's love into a grievous rage.
A spirit bird turned into an earthly pigeon
Makes all demons weep in every region.
A body, a mind for woman's fate
Predicts the ruin of every State.
A little heavy water for the road,
A little science water sits in drinks a-la-mode;
In every food, heavy water treats the blood
And calls anew to Heaven for Noah's flood
As it activates magnetic pole in her abode
Allowing her body to be overrode.
The wee mist placed on every wall
Computer, doors, floors and clothing all
Does not forgive saint or sinner's health,
Angels fret nor forget such evil stealth.
In the home, school, office or in a crowd
In the park or wherever B.F. Skinner’s proud.
Each pull, tug, push, or shove a snare
For muscles or nerves, organ or skin
Forgo, forget your soul's voice within.
Each pull, tug, push, shove a snare
Mimics a body need for urgent doctor's care.
Her soul cries out, it's all a montage!
It is all a mirage,
A technological smoke and mirror game
Wipe off the wee mist! Do not quitclaim!
Persist through the sneaky barrage collage.
For this is not the hour of strife
To shrink away from living's wild life.
Go on! Go on! Remove the wicked mist!
By feather duster, cloth or hand--persist
And by good water, not smart water, endure
And flush away secret technology's allure.
You are entitled to live and think free
Free from machination of men trapped
Into believing man is body, brain and mind.
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