Society's Frankenstein

I see society's Frankenstein
That terrible by-product of an emptied mind
Assembled by a mad elite for the good of human kind

I see those lifeless legions they formed
From many living corpses that unwillingly conformed
To their new shape and social norm

I see those by-products of human figures
Lingering in statistics that determine what to be
Will chain to status quo by a twisted morality
Which tells them it is treason to be free

I watch the puppets, psychological fragments of human life
Dance flawlessly to the tune of their master's pipe
As the next cast in civilization's array

I see the the scientific phenomenom
The processed, lifeless, inhuman man
Free of individuality, eager to please
A walking corpse that had been released into the hordes of other lifeless, cold-blooded beasts

I stare into the cold mirror of truth
That shows me the face of society's Frankenstein
Distressed I wish this intolerance face away
It is expressionless, bearing on expressionless mind

Fearfully tormented with grief I understand.
This intolerance face is mine