Sawn Off

Chop off the hand that feeds me

Feed me the hand of your leader, insane

Down from your pedestal, bleeding

Bled by the beasts

That you failed to adhere

Lay there crawling

Your legs they cannot move

Stabbed through the knees, down to the floor

And saw off the head for this war to end war

Placed here

This bloody instrument

These remnants of gore

Despised, detested

Sawn through the bone

To witness such violence and anger

Death will respond in grievance

Grief not this time

For we are better off dead

Dread not the nearly departed

Departure is here

In the palm of my hand

Placed here

This bloody instrument

These remnants of gore

Despised, detested

Sawn through the bone

To witness such violence and anger

Defiled and molested

Slicing your belly wide open

Opened before me

Your bowels, they lay

Pray for a surgical saviour

Behaviour inherent

To fools lead astray