The Shape of Things
Jeremy | 09 October 2014, 11:25 | Creative Writing
The ideologue’s death
In a suite at the Ritz
A small urban bombing
Well short of a blitz
This sexual frenzy
Will surge and subside
Chaff for the radar
So real dangers may hide
Insight is chemical
Protest grey matter
Our minds are mere neurons
Rebellion chatter
Wrong-doing a disorder
Now easily treated
Surgeons will save us
Perfection completed