And go

Upon these shoulders
Upon these words
Upon the lives
And advice absurd,
Upon the ignorant
Who beneath the pale
Doctor futures
With oppressive scales.
Within the whisper
Without the mouths
Of muffled heroes
Too proud to shout,
In pursuit of favour
Purpose and life
I sink still rising
In and out
of strife.
Their purpose secret
Born of affluence
Product of tools,
Engineered to defeat
Control, explode
Taken on lorries
Bearing a load,

Too burdened to maintain
To sustain
And know
That there is anything other
Than to come
And go
And go.

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