The State is my Shepherd
The State is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
He makes me to lie down in green stockyards;
He leads me beside steel water troughs;
He restores my security.
He leads me in paths of subjugation for the common good.
Yea, though we walk through the valley which echoes of liberty,
We will fear no failure;
For the State has our communal back;
Its chains and its bonds, they hold us fast.
We prepare a table for our masters in the presence of their enmity,
and they allow our heads to remain intact;
Our collective cup is somewhere near half-full.
Surely safety and serfdom shall follow us all the days of our lives,
And we will dwell in the cells of Utopia forever.