politics fs six

if I told you that I was god who would you believe? would it be me or would you find that in the mind we are all gods, emancipated slaves to the cannibalistic corporate cog, youre just a gear, a sprocket set in motion, youre filled with fear, but you grind it out daily with your whole hearts devotion, so full of pride you do it for your country, but when you get back home they treat you like nothing, leave you destitute, broken, poor and continuously suffering, then they blame it on mental health, like youre a head case, while the politicians drown in their wealth, to them youre just a disgrace, but they don't know the slightest what you went through, but theyre all just delighted that it wasnt them but you, eighteen and thrust into the depth of war, scared senseless you dont know what youre fighting for, oil, texas tea, black gold, rape torture pillage yeah soldier do what youre told, but when you get home youll be forgotten, the way the home you love treats you its, fucking rotten, you are a pawn in this political chess game, just like a prisoner, youre a number without a name......