Speaking of things about which I know nothing

Speaking a language I can't comprehend

 

People moving like grounded balloons

lives bloated on emptiness

 

And the worst part is they're winning

No the worst part is they've won

 

They are happy

or at least not unhappy

 

You will not see them

staring in hollow horrified bewilderment at the evening news

 

You will not hear them

lamenting the state of the world and their own disenfranchisement

 

They are the future

the acceptant face of a tomorrow we did not buy

 

They will not mind too much when they find out

that they won't really inherit the Earth

 

They will not question and they will be trusting enough

to take such answers as they are given at face value

 

They will be innocent

and enjoy the simple things in life like beer and TV shows and sex

 

They will reproduce

They will be good citizens and creators of good citizens

 

They are the next wave

They are shining obedient marching evolution

 

This is Newspeak

We are the dead