Bans are crushing freedom's spirit

Bans are crushing freedom's spirit, And free-for-all lands you in a cell. They wire electrodes into our brains. The world's become a carousel. There's no place left on this planet Without a trace of sapiens' tread. He roams around just like a cow does And craps enough to fill a shed. With a smile he reaches out to nature, Shouts: "I am a part of it too!" As though it were his private garden, He scans for what to steal anew. And without thinking — all to the butcher: Beasts, plants, and every bird in flight. A baby's cry is tabula rasa — We raise up killers, merciless outright. Some we bear in dreadful torment. In exchange — we bury the young. The funeral horn sinks in its wailing. For each one, they take three. It's done. Such is the market rate this season. They pay — so demand is running high. We'll weep a little at the wake, Trusting God's countenance on high. That He will come and judge us all. Meanwhile, the evidence we pack In folders — what, are we not human? There'll be order — cross our hearts, that's a fact. We're waiting for a sense divine From our diabolic schemes. With death we play a game of numbers And pay in human lives, it seems…