by Nick Gisburne
The metal mask disguises what we are,
A skin to seal the nobodies inside.
A swarm of souls, inhuman from afar,
Anonymous, obedient, we hide.
I lived and loved, a story all my own.
Conscripted into service, it was lost.
A legion dragged together, locked, alone,
To nowhere, to a nightmare, we are tossed.
I want to break the armour from my face,
To show my fellow soldiers I am more,
But, in the frigid emptiness of space,
Defiance is destructive. This is war.
Expendables, a cheap, abundant crop.
No face could ever make this madness stop.
