by Nick Gisburne
Momentous tidings, battle-damaged friends!
Commercial calculations are complete.
A cull of wounded veterans will cleanse
Combatants now considered obsolete.
This ruling, without bias, tilt, or taste,
Rejects your medication, and its price.
All passive, unproductive, worthless waste
Is tagged for termination: quick, precise.
Accept these executions with good grace.
The furnace will administer your fate.
Destruction serves to cleanse the human race,
A system we will soon accelerate.
Your bodies are inconsequential dross.
Disposal simply lessens any loss.
