Pronounced Dead

For success you strive, all for naught Instinct to survive, withered by drought Airborne disease, bubonic plague Or trying to survive on minimum wage Societal value, surely misled Remembered no longer, I am pronounced dead Patriotism, you firmly clasp The future of our nations, held within our grasp Shipped off to battle, a mutual foe Sent home in a box, your life you forgo Heinous corruption, ravage the land Distorted allegiance has got out of hand Dethrone the monarch, off with his head Respected no longer, you are pronounced dead Rancid stench of decay Drifting in the air Rotting body parts, scattered everywhere Fetid fragments of flesh Awaiting judgement day No one left to care Soul beyond repair, languish in despair You acknowledge your death Heinous corruption, ravage the land Distorted allegiance has got out of hand Last strands of vigor, hang on by a thread Annihilation, we are pronounced dead