Victory

The bile of fifty thousand years
The cold whistle of a night guard
In death and silence breeding fears
Leaving behind foreheads and hearts scarred.

Breeding rot inside new bones
Winding keys to useless tones
Drawing one eternal line
In which we’ll nestle just fine.

Never do their fists falter
Never do their stares alter
As they lead a generation to the gallows
Feeding worms a meal so callow.

Matching our heartbeats
To one droning melody
The machine cheats
And no blood will there be.

In a world with matching brows
Identical synapses and factory cows
We are fed the food of void
By which we are slowly destroyed.

They lie, cheat, steal and kill
Only to smother our will
They suffocate the very core
That makes us humans roar.

Yet for all their efforts
To pull us apart
We are separately one heart
Fabricated by dreams -

With iron ore seams.
And we prevail,
It seems.