• They call it triage.
    That little thing called murder.
    That thing they claim to loath.
    society gives them power.
    They name themselves supreme.
    Like gods among the unworthy,
    we flock to their houses.
    begging for our lives.
    Truth be spoken, we are unworthy.
    wasting our time.
    proving ever more that we are ants.
    The call it Triage.
    Deciding who is worthy.
    who may pass.
    looking at you, pretending they care.
    but truth be told.
    It's All Just a Dream.