Dead eye up
And dead eye down
Lifeless and soulless
Cursed and diseased.
Some get a second chance
And some get none at all
Savagely sacrificed
Over nothing at all.
Looking backwards
We cannot fathom
All that we lost
Because we did not know.
Herded into corrals
We believed every lie
Hurling ourselves
By air, land, and sea.
Rising and falling
Many lived and died
Ravaged by time
And led by lies.
What were the reasons
And what were the choices
So long ago
And far away.
They said
That there was good
And that there was bad
But without the truth
We know nothing at all.
The past becoming a mystery
Unsearchable and flat
Because propaganda can’t be trusted
Either then or now.
The truth cannot hate
And remains as it always was
Larger than small men
No matter who they are.
The dead hand rules
When no one cares at all
Abandoned in a sea of death
Both hope and humanity.
The rebel sleeps
And satire is dead
Another joy forbidden
By the dim
And desperate.
Exposed by the sunlight
At long last revealed
Scurrying like insects
Backwards to the crack.
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