Red coats forward
Willingly, begrudging acceptance
A marched straight line
The owners taking aim
From safety of the blind
Obedience to the shareholders
Coerced by needless necessity
Societally impressed, marketed
To the soul ragged drones
Hungered and destitute.
Reasoned then we volunteer
Wracking our bodies
Numbing our minds
For existence of what
For what?
Ten minutes of play with our children.
The deteriorating love of our spouse.
We the artists martyred
By our choices
To be punks in the machines
For bad food and obesity
For a speedy rush
To a small piece of real estate
Ad nauseous
A resting place
The reward
For what?
Time eternal ethereal waits
It can be stopped
And memory made
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