pvt ltd.

There’s a kind of dangerous autonomy
That shows in the transformation of our thoughts
Plagued by the lust for private property
We’re capable of distorting reality
To fit in with the one-sided wars
Waging like holy profanity
This need to own what we think could be ours
In a distant future, in an alternate universe
Is a lie we’ve taught ourselves to believe
So that in broad daylight we may have something to speak