Of Controlling Other Humans

So there it begins, again

And again—it was dark,

And funny, tragic, and stupid,

As were often the rebellions

Against it as well. All fails,

But sometimes succeeds

For a while. The mandate

Of hell. At the moment

One government band

Of brigands among many

Is trying to contain the world.

This has happened before,

And on its very soil, once

Ruled by controllers of waves

Of a different sort than these

Surges of informative suffering

That the latest controllers

Are trying to quell. I could

Name names, name nations,

Name these particular idiots

Determined to determine

The fates of the rest of us

Determined idiots determined

To control our fates ourselves.

But why bother? It’s names

And naming that made us hell.