Cannon Fodder

Handsome young men
Blue eyed sons
Ripped the child from mother’s breast
Sent them to the shower of death.

Horror after horror did they invest
These blue eyed sons of Aryan ‘best’
Weaned from a cradle of ignorance and fear
Even the Jew has fed these tears.

History repeats - over and over
Building momentum to become undone
How can we save our innocent son’s
From becoming fodder for the Conspirator’s gun?

Many things our children become
Reflect the messages of distorted views
Views our demon needs to use
To create momentum or its life to lose.

Following blindly, doing as they're told
Safe and secure - validation molds
They will jump when fear shoots the floor
They will march to even the score

Always ready - march at dawn
Noble Knight to be re-born
Feed their fears, design their hate
Fire the guns to satiate.

Who is to blame, you might ask
"Not I, my children are the best
All have passed their scholars tests
They have values - religion's best!"

Conventional standards are a trap
Truth gets lost in reaction's sap
Religious containment's - attempts to One
Bigger boxes to divide the sun.

Random procreation is a crying shame
Children teaching us what to gain
Ending up feeding the Conspirator’s game
Forgetting what they came to claim.

Our ignorance, fear and ego to blame
Procreation - our means to neutralize this hell
But we abuse this wisdom well
Will not let the flower excel.

Responsibility must be taken for their wisdom to remain
Beyond the portals crying stocks
Guide them like a flower in shock
For they hold the key to freedom’s lock.

"Love thy neighbor as thyself"
Children have this special glow
A message beyond the mind to know
Unify and be like snow.
           OnePositive