The Walls of Morrow

On the way in scouts were looking for new soldiers...

I walked in the cold ash of the gods slowly towards my destination,
Looking upon in despair as a line was forming outside the doors to hell,
People encircling me stepping crooked and confused with hesitation,
Passing the first guard i entered single file to be awakened by the smell,

A maze of things and sounds sexed my senses ,
The sounds of children crying and people sighing,
Endless rows of lines, aisles , and fences,
Cameras attached to white steel and gray post prying,

They watch our every move and monitor our glances,
They hold guns that fire red lasers ,
The modern workers move in slow dreadful advances,
The people look around for foreign scraps to savor,

Pushing their existence to and frow pulling their excess weight along,
Marked down everyday by the beast the eldest guards sit at door seats,
Divided divisions of detriment and white cement sing a sorrowful song,
While i gander over the remains of the dead meats,

No separation at all; here everyone is the same,
Not many smiles to grasp in this place;not much to gain,
But Marx would not have chose this equality,
The shelter of misunderstood forced camaraderie,

Much to be learned about our pluto pseudo mocracy,
Mocking me with endless plastic,
The intercom calls for a guard of store,
He jogs gun in hand as if going to do something drastic,

Families usually separate at the front,
Men distracted by endless box visions,
Children cling to lesser things to hunt,
While the women make family decisions,

Legal dealers of misery ,drugs, and artificial happiness,
This is our beginning and our very start,
Minorities and class systems intertwine,
The first guard said to me "Welcome to Wal-Mart"