Innocent Followers
Pawns, that's what they are
Unwittingly being used
Right now
They carry armloads of junk
Carry it to the floating device
The captains cheer
For money will come
Because of the creatures' work
It's not right
For them to be used like this
It's abusive
It should stop
The carrot shaped creatures
In five different colours
Red, yellow, blue, purple, white…
They're not supposed to be used
They're supposed to run free
But they don't understand
And so they follow the lights
Red and Blue
Attached to the antennae
Of their leaders
The alien forces command them
That's why they're here
To obey
They must be obedient
And listen
Both of their leaders instruct them
Along the path of dying they go
They are led to their deaths
Yet still they follow
To be slaughtered
Once more
To be used
To find the treasure
They are forced
They are thrown around
It never ends
But they don't know
They don't grasp reality quickly enough:
It's not wrong, to them
It's right to be used to find the treasure
They'll never understand what it means
Because
Innocence is what the Pikmin are