Jul 31, 2013 08:45
Stripes to bars
Trading stripes for bars,
Once able to roam,
Now longing for the stars,
Trapped in a dome.
Willingly, I made the trade,
Better fed and looked after,
Leading others unafraid,
Now grinning without laughter.
My jailers before,
Are now friends evermore,
Striving for one goal,
Required is sacrifice of the soul.
I alone have no purpose,
Leading others to the objective,
Purity I pretend, secretly I cuss,
I will borrow a purpose.