Recruit

RECRUIT Where’s my heart, my chest is hollow I have no passion left to cry or emote Nor any regret, at the vows I broke I now belong with very different folk As my previous life swirls up as smoke After reading what my master wrote Now there’s a different path to follow Is being evil just a normal state of mind It’s what I’ve been told and now believe I now take my place to do those deeds Causing hurt and pain like planting seeds And preparing souls on whom he feeds Now move them on, no time to grieve Toward a world of a very different kind All my good intentions are washed away It’s merely a mask of understanding now Like a tour guide, make them form a line Ironically, the queue is called serpentine Their fears are theirs, never to be mine Quickly to process, as time will allow Just like I used to be, and eager to obey See the seething masses, waiting at the gate Now it’s millions, and they’re coming still With a smile, assure them all will be well Scenes you have seen, facts you never tell An unlikely future you try so hard to sell A job not yet ending, and never ever will Hope the nausea I feel may someday abate '2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 17' entry 19 Oct 2022. Sponsor=Mark Toney