Green lines mark the predictable life
The machine moans within the confined yard and burns the refined leftovers of beasts once greater than ourselves
Cuts the lawn of captivity into submission
Short, docile and domesticated
Like the man, the family man, the civilized man emasculated by what he created
Dreams of a better life cut dreams of happiness
Blade against blade
Rows within borders are make believe stories from childhood when we were controlled by hands stronger than ourselves
But now we're muscular and know our heart and mind enough to break the fingers of the oppressive hand and go our own way
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