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toy soldiers/martydom kingdom
mechanized
strategized
movement
pre-determined
marching in a line
following the rhythm
of another drummer
they obey their leader
without question
and listen to no other
marching all day
not for themselves
but for a tyrant whose
shadow keeps them all
in check
wound up and expected
to risk their necks
for some foreign menace
wound up to entertain
the one who wound them up
wound up until they cannot
be wound up anymore
and if one breaks
or falls off the tableside
there's always a another
to take it's place in line
because after all
they are only toys
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Take your faith to the grave
and die as a slave to a cause.
Abide by the laws of a god
whose principles and parables
are just as fucked up and flawed
as those willing to die in
their name.
Whet your blades, arm your bombs,
prime your guns for blood shall run
and coagulate beneath the desert sun.
Any form of diplomacy is as good as dead.
So do as your god instructed:
convert and conquer nations that refuse
your religion.
Such a faulty decision on their part.
Such defiance is sufficient enough to start
a bloodbath.
Cart away the corpses and start another:
It's a perpetual aftermath.
Brother against brother. Against sister.
Against child resisting not and hesitantly
marching single file into the reigning State.
Where peace is raped and no stranger to muti-
lation.
(No stranger to any nation. To demonstrations.
To false proclamations that she is truly here.
To blood-smeared iterations of her name.
Or to the ashen rains of cremation
through the ages.)
Missiles shall soar, weapon stores are vast;
this war shall last indefinitely.
Outlasting the mortality of current ranks.
Breathing on in some other form.
strategized
movement
pre-determined
marching in a line
following the rhythm
of another drummer
they obey their leader
without question
and listen to no other
marching all day
not for themselves
but for a tyrant whose
shadow keeps them all
in check
wound up and expected
to risk their necks
for some foreign menace
wound up to entertain
the one who wound them up
wound up until they cannot
be wound up anymore
and if one breaks
or falls off the tableside
there's always a another
to take it's place in line
because after all
they are only toys
---------------------
Take your faith to the grave
and die as a slave to a cause.
Abide by the laws of a god
whose principles and parables
are just as fucked up and flawed
as those willing to die in
their name.
Whet your blades, arm your bombs,
prime your guns for blood shall run
and coagulate beneath the desert sun.
Any form of diplomacy is as good as dead.
So do as your god instructed:
convert and conquer nations that refuse
your religion.
Such a faulty decision on their part.
Such defiance is sufficient enough to start
a bloodbath.
Cart away the corpses and start another:
It's a perpetual aftermath.
Brother against brother. Against sister.
Against child resisting not and hesitantly
marching single file into the reigning State.
Where peace is raped and no stranger to muti-
lation.
(No stranger to any nation. To demonstrations.
To false proclamations that she is truly here.
To blood-smeared iterations of her name.
Or to the ashen rains of cremation
through the ages.)
Missiles shall soar, weapon stores are vast;
this war shall last indefinitely.
Outlasting the mortality of current ranks.
Breathing on in some other form.
Published 9th Sep 2014
| Edited 15th Feb 2015
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9th Sep 2014 9:07pm
Very intense. Disturbing realization, one I have known-but for others just awakening. Thanks for sharing.
9th Sep 2014 10:52pm
Not sure who wouldn't be awakened by/to any of this. Be it news on one's television, or explosions outside one's window. Pretty hard.
You're welcome. And thank you.
You're welcome. And thank you.
10th Sep 2014 7:05pm
Trust me. There are plenty of people who prefer to pretend not to know.
10th Sep 2014 9:06pm
Don't blame 'em.
Seems to be the best course of action nowadays. Protests never work.. and violence just perpetuates it. The only places peace seems to be found is where society has not reached. The wilderness or whatever. I'm sure that's bound to change at some point.
Seems to be the best course of action nowadays. Protests never work.. and violence just perpetuates it. The only places peace seems to be found is where society has not reached. The wilderness or whatever. I'm sure that's bound to change at some point.
9th Sep 2014 9:29pm
Eloquent words describing thoughts and feelings so many share. Great write
9th Sep 2014 10:57pm
10th Sep 2014 1:35am
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a real toy story weeping real tears.. tuff tears
this is an on.point drop, poet
i applaud your ability in maintaing the passion
all the way through. continue to keep it interesting
resPecT
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a real toy story weeping real tears.. tuff tears
this is an on.point drop, poet
i applaud your ability in maintaing the passion
all the way through. continue to keep it interesting
resPecT
.
.
10th Sep 2014 11:23am
10th Sep 2014 8:28am
Winter, thats a powerful poem about the otrocities around us at this time. Good read!
10th Sep 2014 11:24am
