Organic automatons

Who is the master Without his often forgotten underlings Where sits the king Without his ruling hands adorned in rings What is any shepherd Without a herd to count his dreams Where will the people roam Without a cause to call them home Are we merely organic automatons Powered by bread and circuses to look upon Driven by inneffectual cogs freely spinning in the dreary machinery of society Dreaming of electric sheep and change Praying to every god for a future of anything else Drab mornings circulating through bleak afternoons and into our evenings of mourning This is our progress We have no angst, Only a damnable complacency Only hopes for fantasies we're too afraid to chase We lost ourselves to arrogance We've fallen but refuse to blame our pride Reduced to slaves of media marching backwards in our stride The recognition of division Has become our only common ground Civil warfare is now the shroud Of the elite Big brother was left infighting with mother Now all we know is how to tear down one another Bearing down on any who see our dispute and dare to shudder Organic automatons, With tribal squabbles coded in our veins Executing allies in defense of our name Imprisoning any hero bold enough to shame This data stream of iniquity seems to be consuming me A neural network of nation wide necrosis Spreading out beneath the hand of macro eyed darkened absolutists Leaking into the salty seas beneath weeping lady liberty Streets of Starving leper lions circleing grateful gazelles stuck in poverty The poor are the final bastion of self reliance Working blisters into bone in the name of survival Spilling over with self worth The common caste and highest classes both post in hopes of neanderthalic validation Has this land been fated as forsaken? Have we been chosen to be ignored By the very false gods we have always implored?