They will not come like marauders at night

They will come with junk mail in mailboxes

They will tell you that you’re wrong and they’re right

They’ll scold you for your form’s unchecked boxes

They’ll say they’re your friend; could care less ‘bout you

They’ll smile in your face hiding in plain sight

They will tell you what they think you should do

They will convince you it’s futile to fight

They will not wear white sheets with pointed hoods

They’ll wear Men’s Warehouse suits over tattoos

They will promote change for the common good

They will make offers you cannot refuse

They are omnipotent, righteous, and white

They will not come as marauders in the night.