Work Poem by Seph Dent

We march in uniform to the orders of our commanders.
Every day we are at war, but for what purpose.
Nothing changes, and we are no closer to our ultimate goal.
On the contrary, we deviate away from it.
Instead, we should change our goal so that we don't have to go to war.
Then we will be free to live our lives.

We must also adhere to our own orders, rather than those of our commanders.
Let us dictate ourselves, and not as a group, but as individuals.
Then we will be free to live our lives.

And we need to remove our uniform.
We should strip ourselves of our physical and mental attire.
Replace this with pure nakedness at first.
Then we will be free to live our lives.

Finally, we can put on our cloaks.
But we must each wear separate cloaks. None should be the same.
And underneath these cloaks should be uniqueness,
Made up of our own versions of 'good' and 'evil', 'right' and 'wrong', 'life' and 'death'.
THEN, we will be free to live our lives.