A Perfect American - an art work by T Newfields

My brain is shrinking:
I’m growing increasingly dumb.
Hours & hours of television
have made my conscience numb.

I work without emotion
like a well-programmed machine.
However, all sense of caring is gone:
my entire life feels routine.

It’s not difficult to fulfill production quotas
or say whatever is considered “correct”.
However, I must mask all traces of anger –
critics tend to disappear from “accidents.”

Was there actually an invasion in the Rwanda?
Were the elections in Venezuela rigged?
Did the leader of Guatemala vanish because Washington willed it?
These “facts” are disappearing from my memory.

Although I’m not a perfect citizen yet
Homeland Security tells me
I’m on the road to recovery:
Soon enough I’ll be an exemplary American -
a Freedom-Loving Yankee-Doodle-Dandy-Reborn
(or should I say “reformed”?)
Terri: George Orwell would love this poem.
Ted: He lived before neural programming was developed – we’ve learned how to manipulate emotion much better since then.
Sam: Isn’t human DNA is the basic problem? It seems flawed to me.
Ted: Yeah (pouring himself a beer). Maybe so.
Kris: Is utopia mere a matter of genetic engineering?
Terri: I think you seriously over-estimate the power of governments.
Kris: I think you under-estimate the power of greed.