Friday may 15
His eyes burn right through me
Like a man abusing power
Glaring at us all as we be
And line by line we cower
Waiting for the next instruction
To move like another number
Down the product line of destruction
In our brainwashed martial slumber
Thrown to the proverbial pack of dogs
Given absolutely no hope
Treated like lifeless stones and logs
Abused to test the ability to cope
This game is never meant to be easy
A challenge that some can relish
With the innate emotion of being uneasy
Our corrupted minds we embellish
A group of nobodies taught to lose
Every piece of freedom they possess
Removed from the ability to think or choose
A mechanical life by way of duress
Taught to fight for a specific reason
Regardless if it’s wrong or right
Killing, this is the current season
Throughout the day and into the night
Number by number, without a name
We throw ourselves forward proudly
While we fail to realize the absolute shame
As our conflict clarifies it loudly
The shame of fighting to be free
When the cost is all too dear
Freedom is the ultimate plea
Loss of life the ultimate fear
(C) 2009
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