A poem I wrote during navy basic training. Take away ones dignity and he wont know its gone but steal his creativity and hell be yours by the dawn. Set a strict routine follow It he must, force him to conform itll be you that he trusts. Take all his hair, his clothes and his brain then swap it with schedule and tell him hes sane. Keep him awake for hours on end and slowly but surely his faith starts to bend. You twist him and turn him shaped to something new, effortlessly blinded to what is false and what is true. Broken down to nothing and built with what is left , the foundations or core values that lay within his chest. Step by step growing in commitment and in strength , eventually knowing the process and length. Because theres a leader laying dormant , asleep within us all but in order to stand up first we shall fall.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 09:29:32 +0000