Lined all cuboid, rows of
obeying, this testament to hierarchy
shines under spotlight,
blistering circles sear resentment
from clean new futures.
Denied voice and sight, the form
rigid, ready for directive
towards self annihilation, no wavering
nor questions, the fleet moves
as one,
lumbering phalanx batters forth
brother and traitor alike,
the time for distinction swept
to another era, this poisoned present
clouds the streets as innocents choke,
yet the battalion marches onward.