Blue Shirt//White Hood - Nekroí Theoí

In a colony founded on blood

Are we surprised to see

That blood has become its currency?

These tragedies are not defects

These are functions of the host

We purge each visible blemish

But the whole of the organism is corrupt in origin

As such it thrives on exploitation

And fuels this infernal engine with a deliberate violence

There are bodies piled in the name of loyalty

These cases are peer reviewed by the world at large

Incentive to grow feeds the maw of injustice

Kickbacks keep the slave catchers working

The hands that feed black bodies into the belly of the machine are caked in

blood

Pigs feeding pigs

Nonetheless the rhetoric of necessity must be avoided

For these soldiers of domestic slaughter are only there by choice

These men of the unholy cloth kill for pleasure

Make no mistake

There are no ultimatums

Each fallen civilian body falls in vain

The Golden Shield protecting its own

Their tethered communities left to rot with the corpses of their own