Of Collectivist Society
A craven universal creature
Collective so they speak;
The individual extinguished,
Forever and complete.
Invention cedes a thought
And lays it then in waste;
Success means a ton of brass
Courted in a vase.
Together like a swarm
‘Round death and cause profane;
They languish there predated,
For pride and power's gain.
Then circumvent emotion
For curse and despot spoil,
To covet others’ might God swears,
We're destined all to toil.