turnaround burns the ground


turnaround the burns the ground ( dnuorg eht snrub dnuoranrut )

logs upon the ocean
shits within the night
singing songs of freedom
’til the buggers bite

once a soulful soldier
salted like the earth
now the fallen crawling
in the normalzzz dearth

pounded by the $cience
blinded by the dark
stumbles in the dungeon
lost without a spark

fragment of a former
formless like a ghost
you’re tomorrow’s breakfast
yesterday is toast

so, y’ choose the needle
bending then the knee
people branded cattle
podded like a pea

puppet of the weasels
bots within y’ brain
once a shade of human
never since again