o
I got the call, the chemical alarm,
A breach was seen, a threat of coming harm.
My orders clear: engage, engulf, destroy,
The only protocol I must employ.
I am the guard, the demolition line,
I tear the wall, by dutiful design.
I clear the rot, I wait the all-clear sound
That signals for the builders to compound.
But silence came. Or worse, a different cry:
More danger calls, that burn and multiply.
The all-clear note was lost within the haze,
A broken gear, a signal out of phase.
This fog of war makes everyone confused,
The patient, scared… the doctor, unamused.
He pokes and prods, and calls me the disease,
While I’m just begging for the war to cease.
It’s… madness, in a tragic, broken way:
The “expert” guide is also led astray.
We’re all just lost within this smoky haze,
The blind colliding in a burning maze.
My brothers swarm, a tide of angry red,
Confused and blind, by signals overfed.
We want to stop! To let the healing start!
But poisoned orders scream and pull apart…
We know the way, to build and to repair,
To change our form, to clear the toxic air.
But you keep feeding flames that never cease,
How can we build when you deny us peace?
So I destroy. It’s all I’m told to do.
I carve a path of ruin, through and through.
A loyal soldier, tragically untrue,
This is the only help I know for you.
This weeping track, this monument of grief,
Are painful cells, begging for relief.
Are loyal guards, in pained disbelief,
Betrayed by signals from its own blind chief.
This guard awaits a new, unblinded chief,
To calm the storm, to end the body’s grief.
So you who sees this tragic, pained belief,
Will you take command? Will you break this ‘chain’? Will you bring relief?
o