Here’s a little poem with my observations:
Little people watch their heads,
as they duck under the fence.
Pushed along by barks of fear,
they get shaved, sterilized and smeared.
Little people can’t say much,
their own minds are out of touch.
Reality twists and turns,
while their major cities burn.
Little people watch each other,
no Shepherd, no Dog required.
Check, censorship is self promoting,
fencing in the minds of others.