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Servants of God
I wait upon my knees
what is a mind?
I do not know, I have none
I forsook my will to think
for myself.
I am happy in my chains
it is all the more easier
to live in the ignorant bliss
of paradise.
Where I can be led
a happy man-dog
to sit, speak, and roll over
on command.
I will do what has been
asked of me, it hurts
my sensibility to
question why, or seek
some rationality.
I am the hapless servant
with my stupid grin,
just waiting to be saved
at the expense of dignity
and free thinking.
I beg for only a pat upon
the head, praise form my
omniscient master
to know I have done well.
I have dug up the gardens
of those who dare to think
something beyond what
I believe.
I bark, bite, nip and bare
my teeth to anyone who dares
to choose to walk down a
path that lay outside my
leash.
It must be wrong, and vile
the stench hurts my nose
if it is something I have not
been taught.
I wag my tail and yip
to play only in fields
that have been approved
that I know.
And if you choose not
to be one of us happy
dumb numb hounds
then you must be hunted
for your own good.
We will show you the way
by force or pain if we must,
but you will thank us in the
end for we always know what
is best for everyone.
9:32 PM - 1/10/2007 -
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