We Will Walk Docilely Down the Road
We will walk docilely down the road
toward the bed of coals prepared for us.
We will not question the why and how of it;
we will walk docilely down the road.
None will rebel nor protest
for we all will have been brainwashed.
We will walk docilely down the road.
Some may weep and some may frown
but that will not stop the flow
of the millions upon millions
walking down the road.
It was all prepared by a little man
with big horn-rimmed glasses and a sprig
of hair sticking up from behind.
Who would have thought
such an innocent-looking man
would be the architect of destruction.
Who would have thought
that millions upon millions
would walk docilely down the road.
Around the bend it waits—the bed of coals,
some can already feel the heat.
Some may think there will be relief
at the end of the bed of coals. But no.
All that awaits at the end are gigantic pits
of fire or gargantuan ovens.
(Do you think prayer will help then?)
It's too late, my friend.
The plan was put into place
generations ago by those
who believe the earth's resources
are finite and can only ultimately sustain
a few million rich. The billions of poor
are to be sacrificed to Moloch.
To those who say it will never happen,
that humankind is too intelligent
and too independent to be brainwashed,
I will only point to the past and say:
Read, study, think, reflect.
We will walk docilely down the road
toward the bed of coals prepared for us.
We will not question the why and how of it.
We will follow the orders of those
whom we think have our best interest at heart.
We will walk docilely down the road.
