Clockwise a little, just a little

No, no, too far

The other way, little more

That was one hundred babies too many

Higher, higher the hunger dial

No, back a little

A trickle, a treat

To keep some meat

But light the hunger in their bones

And carve out life from their souls

Left, left, right, right

Puck puck, chickens in a pen

Push them there, push them here

Push them everywhere

Clockwise, clockwise, the cruel dial

For food line the men, shoot a few

For fun, shoot the boys in the nuts!

In the head!

Target practice at it’s best!

Left, no right, I said right

Drones, drones, drones

Hum, hum, hum

Day and night robbed of sleep

Till day and night they wish for death

And when gates fling open

Like chickens they run

Clutching their babies

Screaming

Anywhere, anywhere

……………………………………………………………

Somewhere above, looking down

Left, left, right, right

Yes yes, yes yes

Perfect execution

Evil dialed, just right