Like lambs to the slaughter
Keep marching past
Dare you to think
Dare you to act
Hey there, You!
Like nothing more than tin soldiers en masse
Ironic juxtaposition escapes you
Forge on in your superficial lapse
For what is life without the endless hunt for shallow frivolity And the climb up the ladder of careless tasks?
There is nothing for you here, dear soulless scavengers.
Don’t stop for even a glance.
Keep moving, You, devoid of history.
For the mighty scars of time past
Meet no days of reckoning
With your silence echoing
Louder than any blast.