Broodmare for the State
- Red Delta Orchestra
- Sep 23, 2022
- 1 min read
To them you’re only a broodmare for the state
A womb for new consumers to incubate
They force their flimsy moral convictions
Over your health and living conditions
They cite those Bronze Age fairy tale fictions
To justify robbing you of your decision
Autonomy is stolen
The invalids have spoken
The ancient men have spoken
Your body isn’t your own
Your every choice belongs to them
To breed them more complacent drones
They chip away at your every protection
Their gavels slam with no consent or election
They break your will with richly manicured hands
They rule you as their fantasies demand
To them you’re only a broodmare for the state
A womb for new consumers to incubate
The ancient men have spoken
Your body isn’t your own
Your every choice belongs to them
To breed them more complacent drones
Autonomy is stolen
The invalids have spoken
Autonomy is stolen
The ancient men have spoken
To them you’re only a broodmare for the state
A womb for new consumers to incubate
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