It's the strangest thing they do
If you want, they'll do it to you
It's not hard, just go sign up
But they do prefer the young pups
No, they won't just take anyone
You need both hands to hold a gun
But don't worry about being dumb
They're not gonna want you too smart
And being not so bright is a start
They want you to be highly trainable
Your thoughts and morals rearrangeable
You need to be interchangeable
Just like a replaceable part
So jump in that “one size fits all” mold
Then “Shut Up! ” and do what you're told
They'll teach you how to fight
But not what's wrong and right
They'll teach you to stand in line
But not how to use your mind
“Maggots! ” get into your rows
Just add water and watch them grow
I got to watch them plant and harvest
I was among the best of the best
A body with just half a brain
They took out what they wanted
And the rest was to keep me sane
It's the strangest thing they do
If you want, they'll do it to you
Go down to the Farm
And give them your name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sorry your soul is getting stolen.. maybe one day you'll get it back.