The Living Weapon

They violated his worth that day

Never to recall his former life or

His very identity, stolen, taken away

"The transformation is permanent," they say

Needles into his resilient body they bore

They violated his worth that day

Bones boned with indestructible metal of gray

Reduced to an animal a weapon of war

His very identity, stolen, taken away

There was no turning back or changing the way

No chance to reverse, recover, or restore

They violated his worth that day

Lost, alone, and left to stray

His hidden tears like gentle rains pour

His very identity, stolen, taken away

He awaits the day they will pay

For what they did behind bolted door

They violated his worth that day

His very identity, stolen, taken away