Control.

Control.
Why am I helpless to it?
Why are soft-spoken words
So entangling?
A thorny web.
Control.
Why am I taunted so?
Why does every word of hope
Wither and die?
Tumbling in the wind.
Control.
Why do I fall for it?
Why does every step I take
Lead to another reversed?
Onto a landmine.
Control.
Why do they hold us so?
Why are there no flowers
Adorning their guns?
Movements long crushed.
Control.
We die for you.
Control.
We kill for you.
Control.
We hate for you.