like sardines
we're packed
in oil to be fresh
we are only skin and bone
we are only flesh

freeze-dried in the sun
sun kissed in the snow
we shuffle into boxes
for they are all we know

we follow the leader
with soul killing greed
there's no place for freedom
of thought or word or deed

we don't pick at the wound
cover up the scar
God is in a building
and music in a jar


soulsurvivor
4/30/2015