Toy Soldiers Poem by Morimyth Weaver

Wake me to this generation
Take me with the rising tide
Make me rise up to meet it
Break me in...

Are any of us really free?
Warp the surface, scrub it clean.
Wrap us up with prefab ribbon.
Sterilize us, guaranteed.

Break through plastic boxes.
Make do with mediocrity.
Take til your breath comes in gasping.
Wake to the sound of your screams.

An army of us Toy Soldiers
Mold the surface, scrub it clean.
Wrap us up with quick precision.
Euthanize us, as seen on tv.
Guaranteed.
Watch us bleed...

Wake me to this generation
Take me with the rising tide
Make me rise up to meet it
Break me in...

An army of us Toy Soldiers
Scald the surface, burn it clean.
Shut us up with quick precision.
Eliminate us, guaranteed.
As seen on tv.
Watch us all bleed.
Til there's no one left.

(Written 2019)