Country of slaves

The president is a biorobot,
A loving crush,
It seems it is broken,
It needs to be replaced ....
Artificial Intelligence,
For him, he was created by the rich.
Neural network,
Created by executioners.
The robot promises paradise,
And the money is not needed there,
Give all the oligarchs,
His native country.
In the country it is unreliable to store,
Everything is displayed offshore,
They do not howl about changes,
It's all good there.
The matrix of the system,
Binary code is bent,
More reliable than the strongest walls,
People will not run through it.
After all, the most reliable security guard,
It tests the strength of the chain,
Uses any opportunity,
After all, no one wants to die.
The mouse sharpens its teeth against the bars of the cage,
Eats only useful food,
He performs jumps,
So that her hands are not caught,
They did not crush their boots.
People are washed with consciousness,
The system of education,
Flushing out the rebellious past,
As dark times,
Strengthen spiritual clamps,
And people in the meantime,
Feet, touched the bottom.
People come from work,
Immediately pouring TV lies.
"Slaves need bread and circuses,
In the rest they will never understand,
The slave should be after work merry,
Otherwise, he will go out into the street,
Otherwise, he takes a cobblestone,
Otherwise, he will take the knife "
So said the president,
As part of his personal program,
"Wild horses are turned into livestock" ....
Between worker and worker,
The difference is great,
But those who suffer from a miserliness,
They will never see her.
"Propaganda is working,"
Reported at the top, -
The people have nothing to lose,
In addition to a span of native land,
For the sake of vodka and bread,
Ready to break anyone,
The people do not need light,
Everyone in the head,
The light of ideas is shining,
Their energy needs only to be directed,
To make the elites more profitable. "
President as a Trojan horse,
As Darth Vader,
As agent Smith,
Like the Pied Piper Nils,
As Holden Caulfield,
The task, to catch free,
The Catcher in the Rye....
As a people's assembly,
On called the Varangians,
The Varangians drove all the others,
And they themselves began to rule,
Everyone was surrounded with tribute,
But unruly,
They deemed it necessary to exterminate all,
More than a thousand years,
Do not see the slaves of freedom,
They pray to God,
They suffer masters,
When the people do not have their own faith and earth,
This is a country of slaves.