Threads: DOGE Boys

 04/19/25

Soldiers of sorrow 
March with quivering lip; 
From the cup of Love 
They do not sip

With punctured soul 
They cry out in vain; 
Knowing tomorrow 
Is given more insane

Perpetual anguish, 
In useless doomed breath; 
They thank their leader 
For bringing them death

Direction unknown, 
An unbearable bore; 
Living to die in 
Petrochemical war

How short is their time! 
Before thrown to the flame; 
For they'll pay the price 
No matter whom they blame