Fed To The Wolves

Roll forth the dice, the hourglass tipped

Conformity reigns, soon enough the hammer hits

Imagination crushed, where brilliance once thrived

Predictably they'll serve, as worker bees beneath the hive

Assembly-line indoctrination

Like heads of cattle herded home

Some might call them pioneers

Reality would call them drones

Funneled out fast, from classroom to cancer

Disciples at play, so bland, yet so sincere

Pharmacy-fueled, cavorting as fake friends

Whittled down dull, to shallow, uncreative ends

Work, play and reproduction

The three pronged trident-spear

Impaling deep in wisdom's head

How quickly youth can disappear

Atrophy as institution...dead

Siphon the lifeblood, extract the untapped

Children resolved to uninspired epitaphs

Follow their footsteps, vomit their concepts

Thrown out the front door, fed off to the waiting wolves

Refine their tunnel vision, the best is left unseen

Usher their role as ciphers, tin soldiers bound to the machine

Racing to the end...

Salivating tongues, lycanthropic scents

Detect their future pawns, managers and malcontents

Open doors shut, the canopy is caved

Servility enshrined, next stop: the open grave