War On The Weak

Kill the soul in the Human That’s how the story begins First remove the inconvenient sorts Then classify the skin File away the language Measure every hope and fear Turn a person into paperwork Eugenics-by-proxy appears A cardboard box in a basement A hundred names in fading ink Somebody’s daughter marked defective Somebody’s son too weak to keep The Dead keep all the receipts For things we’re repeating yet The dust don’t care who’s reading The paper don’t forget Systems designed to deny Systems designed to decide Who fits the wrong metrics Who gets left outside Statistics voicing excuses Systems justify the lie Eugenics-by-proxy First the numbers Then the names First the files Then the flames Different century Different logo Same machinery remains War on the Weak War on the sick War on the people Who fit the wrong metrics War on the weak War on the small Funny how the Powerful Love to watch us fall They drew the maps before arriving Called it destiny & law Buried nations in the footnotes Sold the story door-to-door Soulless systems fed on losses Turned ‘The Wounded’ into ‘cost’ Some survive in whispered stories Carried secret through the dark The records never stop growing Every heartbeat every test Every diagnosis sleeping In somebody else’s desk The merchants own the cabinets Governments rent the keys Metrics dressed as common sense Selling futures by degrees Risk assessments Predictions Classified destinies Nobody elected strangers To decide what people need Fascists love a filing cabinet More than uniforms and guns The paperwork arrives before The marching ever comes Nobody calls it eugenics Nobody admits the fix is in Everybody likes the outcome When the blame goes missing quick Manifest Destiny gets rebranded MBA philosophy Same old sorting Same old scoring Same old hierarchy Eugenics-by-proxy Hidden in the systems’ din Designed to privatize the losses While the oligarchs still win War on our weak War on our sick War on our people Who fit accounting metrics Call it progress Call it efficient Call it mercy Call it costs Call it optimization Call it market discipline Same old machine Different logo Same old game to win Who owns the signal? Who owns the frame? The machine keeps changing faces But it never changes aim Human Resources Harvesting our souls Every age builds a database Nobody asks what it’s for Democracide Mmmmmmmm War on Humanity War on the Soul Statistics doing politics Invisible mechanics The machine stays innocent While the targets pay the expense pause Eugenics-by-proxy Mmmmmmm radio static silence