Orders

Restate.
Stop.
Enter.
Come here.
Go there.
Do this.
Wear that.
Speak.
Walk away.
Fire.

Orders.
The gift of not deciding,
because it’s already been decided.
The gift of not having a choice,
because choices lead to mistakes.
Mistakes get you killed.

Run.
Jump.
Hide in there.
Come over here.
Listen closely.

Never having to make a decision of your own,
Just glorious obliviousness,
And knowing soon you’ll be full grown.
Then you’ll give the orders.
Then they’ll all look to you.
Are you up to the task, young friends?
You’ve no reason to know.

Stand still.
Play this.
Don’t do that.
Run.

Just follow your orders and do as you’re told.
There’s nothing to fear,
you can’t be blamed.
You’re just following orders,
hoping others do the same.