I woke up to the news that Christmas had been cancelled
Because the little white Jesus offended so many people
So I tried to get back to my dreams but woke up yet again
Wondering what would be cancelled next.
Would it be an abstract idea that irritates the politically correct
Or an occasion for celebration that doesn’t feel right in a woken up world.
Feelings supersede sense and nonsense beats facts
And people die because they have been alienated from this cowardly new world
Where effort is maligned
And history has been cancelled.
So we’re gone, though we may think we still exist
But we don’t because life has been cancelled
The zombies have woken with no music to play
No books can be written,
Or painting displayed.