Recruiter

there is no honor here
nothing noble in your stance
crying
"patriot!"
blind
hands bound
legs shackled
voice bursting forth from behind the gag
you placed yourself
when you refused to think

the only thing
you hear
or feel
or speak
is what's soft
bland, tasteless
easy to swallow
easy to digest
and then shit out on those
around you
hoping some will stick
knowing
somewhere in the part of you
that still has a soul
that yours is a burden
you cannot bear alone

and if you
upright rigid
in your uniform
fake smile
eyes practicing kindness
for the bitter and informed
for those who know
that your words
are meaningless
drivel
designed to placate
and to breed supplication
if you, big man
cross my door
to answer my questions
do not think
that i will sit quietly
and allow you to wash over me
with your rhetoric
and orchestrated walks around the truth-
if you have one
original
fucking thought
in your robotic peon's mind
let it be that one
and remember, walking in
that our shoes may be the same
but yours are meant to kill
and mine to protect
and if you try and take from me
you will not leave
without something of yourself
ripped out
and destroyed.