The Death of the Minuteman

As the creeping obesity of democracy suffocates,
The individual dies, replaced by a herd,
Fed by delusions of altruism,
Controlled by the power of the word.

Feed the herd love and drive them across the range.
O’ Sheppard, enjoy your way of life.
While you bathe in loosely legitimized power,
The masses trample the spirit of the fife.

The inevitable destruction,
ready for the grind,
The herd has already chosen,
to be served as a meal for the blind.