Paul Bäumer, Winston Smith, and You: All a Part of Some Book.

There is a war going on, a fight for your psyche.
It's with the ones who pilot the pop-up ads and your attention,
media moguls and worldly powers to which you've sold yourself;
their sole intention to control you,
to besiege and bombard your bone reinforced bunkers,
targeting your soft spots: the jugulars, the temples,
the eyes. The shrapnel tears your insides,
ruining perspective and infecting the minds behind
with blanketing agents representing the poor rich,
the rich poor believing the well-funded mercenaries
“outside” of military and government direction,
led by an unseen enemy.
They are whispering beneath the subway televisions
selling you short lived joy and false idols, enslaving you,
keeping you in a nine to five prison with three and a half walls,
and leaving you living/dying for three days
unaware that someone was dead for those same three days
starting a revolution and a jail break;
for people to put down their sharpened shovels
and walk away from the western battlefield.