IN YOUR EXPENDABILITY LIES YOUR GREATNESS

You may be the darling of your people

That doesn’t make our thought any supple

You, the deep State does not bother

You are just a census number, rather 

It exhorts you to love your nation

Surely, more than your imagination 

It needs loyalists from time to time

As it gets into complex wartime 

You could be a soldier or a doctor 

May be a teacher or a pen pusher

Be ready to die for the blessed nation 

And do not have any indignation 

People could perish sooner than later 

All are born with an end, you know better

Your wish to actualise, is your need

Deep State wants your sacrifice, indeed

We then begin to worship your valour 

Lest an unknown, we make you bigger  

It is our To wish to make you a fighter 

Hold your dreams, we made you a martyr!

So dense a black hole is the deep State 

You hating it of meanness is a distaste 

Caring people is surely not its goal 

Managing world view, is our ball

The polity may be right or the left 

No difference it makes, to set right  

Your lofty expectation, you fool

To it, you are anything but a tool 

You are a number, one in a billion 

Your being there do not count any million 

In your expendability lies your greatness 

And we award you glory, posthumous!