We Have Our Souls To Weep Poem by Madrason .

Predestined to be their Silly Willy
to be some kind of lesser mind
paralise-able on the en masse
victim able victimtable
we entice our sons into wars with it
or into dehumanizing their neighbors
send their children to throw stones
and sticks, and hate and...bones
and our infantile narcissistic leaders
are suckers for their own need-lings
mark my words we sow these seedlings
we have our souls to weep
without necessity so we can complain
in retrospect
complicity to merge another
flock of neat black sheep!