Is it the edict of the shield on your chest,
Or your power that inflicts pain?
Is a hero one who serves claiming not to be,
Or one who serves with some ideal of bravery?
Though reality is, Duke, a hero you are not;
You're just a necessary drone in the larger plot.
This you have allowed yourself to become;
One side of the same coin with the nefarious.
Just as predatory and opportunistic,
Yet you wonder why you can't be taken serious.
Assault and jail is your notion of protect and serve,
As an integral part of the prison economic curve.
The plantations' modern overseers,
Those who resist your will,
There is carte blanche to shoot and kill—
for fear of life, right?
Thus, the degree you instigate use of force,
And regular unnecessary excessiveness
Reveals your bullying cowardice,
Justified by the twisted technological eyes of business.
It is the hallmark of your training,
With your reliance on a weapon,
And why it will never seem to just stop raining.
