An organization based
On the few,
Who would make it
That made it its goal
To cut them down
And then built their
Existence up again,
Has captured the heart
Of the young soul
Who didn't believe
In anything and found
Something in the institution
That claims a union
Among its members
But offered nothing
For the person who enlisted,
In terms of the visions,
All sought to understand.
So loyal to the organization
First to fight he cried,
A true cause for justice!
And only a few
Are allowed to join
Its ranks...
So now the new
Inductee, has a belonging
A place in this world.
He belongs to something
Special, something
Others would commend
Respect for.
Yet, he has nothing
At all, except this
New marriage without a lease
On his true identity.
He'll get all the honors
He'll get all the medals
He won't let them
Down in his beautiful uniform.
This marriage is getting old
And the groom is becoming tired,
"Yes, sir" "No, sir"
He exclaimed to
The great manipulator
Whose intentions were
honorable
Whose beginnings were strong,
Who never wanted to
Make a robot of the member
Who chose to give them
The remote control.
Divorce time,
Time to leave
The spouse that never
intended,
This marriage to last
Longer then what
The contracts had stated.
No...no...not retirement...
No! What does he do now?
The one who needed to belong
To the institution he
identified with
But not with himself?
He lays around
In the fresh casket
That his mother
Picked for him,
When he took his savor,
And shot himself in the head
And let only himself down
As the coroner wiped
The blood from the golden
buttons,
That splattered from his form
Into the beautiful blue uniform
He was wearing
When darkness filled
His eyes forever.
Dedicated to all of us those who lose their way. Don't give up.