Factories ‘Just Follow [Orders]’ Too!

Hard working Mr. Goodmen
At the munitions factory
Doing over-time again

Hidden hand of tyranny
And oversea invasion
Too righteous to feel sorry

At Sunday’s congregation
Singing “Jesus Chirst my lord”
May guarantee salvation ?

Blood of innocence ignored
Dripping off his greasy tools
‘Shock & awe’ his talent whored

Right or wrong the paycheck rules
Lackey lacking moral sense
Blindly patriotic fool

Claims he toils for self-defence
Weapons for pre-emptive use
Non-discriminating whence

Hailed from skies to reign abuse
Too bad says Mr Goodmen:
Conscience numb will self-excuse.


[this poem is structured with 7 syllable in each line, with 7 stanza: aba, bcb, cdc, ded, efe, fgf, gag. i also want to give a special thanks to my buddy Mary Anns for helping me in the polishing up process]