Stockholm Coping

No rise or rage

This last night of man

Step by stepford step

Disappearing hand in hand.

Onward we march

Our toe then our heel

Smiling behind us

Sprinting back to the wheel

Into the dim

Wielding complacent tongue

Ignoring the old 

Forsaking the young

Convince us it's choice

And we'll buy our own rope

We'll hammer our gallows

And smile as we choke