Institutions are not evil.
That resides within the men
Or at least, the man-like weasel
Who bends it to his every whim.
Trust not the man who deigns to tell you,
In a voice sonorous and proud,
All the things that you must do
To buy your place within his crowd.
And once you’ve paid your pound of flesh
To decorate his house of lies,
He’ll slander you with his next breath
Without a care for hows or whys.
No, evil’s not an institution
It’s just well packaged soul pollution.