A moderately short poem about a utilitarian outlook on life.
It is your life,
As it is mine.
We have no purpose.
Only at death do we idle
Although, even then, we are working,
Working for the greater good;
Removing freedoms so that we may become greater.
We are all slaves to this envisionment;
Why must you be different?
Fall in line with your brothers!
So that you do not cause others to suffer for you.
When we stand together,
We can accomplish anything.
If you waiver,
scoiety will fall to the darkest of pits.
Do not let the vision die.
So that we may bask in our fruits tomorrow.