“The Experiment”

Do not fear...
The mark on your arms
Are not memories of pain
But progress set in motion
We’re reshaping your face

These are the days
When the future resides
In our hearts and our pulse
And mostly – our minds
Where a pale lifeless stare
Will make you unique
And the brand on your neck
Will help you to breath

These are the days
When our fortune finds home
In the pockets of those
With rust for souls

Where the laymen scream for strength
And the wise sink beneath
Where “control” is not a choice
But a governmental voice

These are the days
When we will find hope
In the dark, lost corners
Of our leader’s robe
We’ll covet his love
And his god-like charm
Until we realize
He has not open arms