The Answer to Ill

This merry dystopia
Set amid the ashes
Of an otherwise
Ideal world.
Those loose, freewheeling
Thoughts are
Tidied up here
Swept into welcome order
As opinion is lost
To the malaise of
Angry
Agreement;
Loudly voiced
Arguments
While either side debates
Who more thoroughly
Appreciates the only
Way to boil
A three minute
Egg, then peel
Back the skin
To reveal flesh
Molded to
A perfectly uniform
Shape.
March in time
Knowing you have the better
Of those
Who do not understand
This beautiful,
Enraged
Peace.