Neocons,
The joy of war and chaos,
The hate of others who don’t look like you,
The anger inside you,
All envelope you in a cocoon,
Filled with rage and pain.

The smell of dying freedoms,
The unwavering of your emotions,
The cries of those ignored,
Make you stronger and less human.

You condemn the haters, but you wrap inside its mistress,
You condemn big government, but you love it inside,
You condemn socialism, but you do it in secret,
Knowing that everyone is watching,
Paying close attention to your every move
As you walk towards the red sun.

In the end,
Your soul is as black as night,
Your heart as black as coal
You have no humanity inside of you,
Your flesh has become almost mechanical,
Resembling a toy robot your child plays with.
In the end, you are empty and a Neocon.