The Starting End

Ironic,
We live in a world, which is said to be free
But as I typed, a satellite passed over me

Ironic, I tell you,
It’s all such a scam
They know  about me,
While I don’t know who I am

Ironic,
The seeds to grow in our gardens at home,
Like the veggies in stores are all GMO

Ironic, I tell you,
It’s all such a lie
This nourishment alone,
Helps us early to die

Ironic,
Just how life has sped up so fast,
We’re now victims of time in technologies grasp

Ironic, I tell you,
We’ve been so dumbed down
Sold our souls to the internet,
Where all our data is found

Ironic,
The only thing  free is to breathe our own air,
But they’ll tax that too, one day in despair

So let’s go to work if you’re lucky enough,
Dear Pawns that we are,
With a job
‘Cause it’s the government watching us from above
Ironic, we believed
All along it was God