Abandon love for peace and all of humanity,
Sell the future of the downtrodden for convenient amenity.
Besmirch all the noble sacrifices in darkly ages of silenced pain,
Forget those who toiled so you could live a life of gain.
You assume the mangle of benevolence,
And chant hollow slogans with fake eloquence.
Zealously believe in your chaste ascendancy,
To earn your overlords' gift of dependency.
Don the dress, sing the song, own the thing,
Upon these illusions they sell, you cling.
Of little use, these trinkets own you,
Made by slaves in a distant land, more stuff you accrue.
Bend your knee and lick their boot,
Your belief in their lofty creed is absolute.
With heinous grins they proclaim your doom,
And yet, you lay willing in your tomb.
Their useful fool, your mind they marred,
A tool they'd use, abuse, and then discard.
Proud and willing, the suffering of millions you enable,
Their inhumane brand is too, your label.
Embrace their love of hate,
Trample, destroy those who hope create.
Mock the warnings of those who knew oppression,
Baleful, you feel their very words a transgression.
No turning back, you goose-step into their shiny utopia,
Too late you'll realize 'tis nothing but a hideous dystopia.
Soulless lump of flesh, you march in gloomy ranks,
Useless eaters on their way to the death camps.
There is no hope, for you denied it vehemently.
Your overlords' inescapable fate you'll share, penally.
For all that is built upon the slave's bloody back,
Without fail it ends in a burning wreck.
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I'd say burning wreck rather than wrack, but fair enough.
Honestly, I've begun to think this poem can be levelled also at red-pillers/black-piller guys who revel in despair and in the spreading of it, rather than any legitimate resistance towards those who might otherwise oppress us.
Very good. It should be set to music.