Poem: They Don't Even Have To Pay You To Be A Henchman

You want me to go to war, but you won't go yourself.
If you want to fight, pack a bag and book a flight.
You want me to take drugs just because you do.
Take them yourself if you want but leave me alone.
The rich must laugh behind your back
Because you work for them for free.
Big Pharma's killing you, but you'll fight for
Highly-paid executives to make more money and
For patients to die because the cheap remedies
Get blocked so the expensive remedies can be sold
The warmongering profiteers rape the taxpayer
And you hold the taxpayer down by repeating
Their lies and telling anyone who dissents
That they are a conspiracy theorist and mentally ill
Fuck facts if you don't like them.
You work for free, but you sure don't work for freedom
Happy the slave who doesn't know he's a slave.
Hang a flag up of a country that's not your own
Never been there or read a book about it even,
But the corporate news and government propaganda
Told you what to think, so you don't have to think yourself
Get your country deeper in debt and make the world worse
Dump some toxins on your lawn and snitch on
Your neighbor's dandelions.  You must police
The community until they come for you.
When they do make sure you tell them
What a good boy you were.

I meant to run this poem a while back, but it's just as fitting now.  It's depressing that so many otherwise good human beings work to make the world worse by not thinking for themselves and by not remembering that peace is better than war, freedom is better than coercion, and dandelions are better than poison.  For a happier read, try Fast Guy Slows Down!