Haven of Hatchets

There's no escape for us Tethered to the primates That haunt our past And what we are The tribe needs drones So that's how it goes They await their instructions And pass them on Always lurking With concealed weapons Ready to strike In defense of thoughts handed down Never realizing The view was once new Protecting what's safe Indoctrinated from birth And pretending to be awakened In some way or another While they prowl For a hatchet job in corridors Someone else carved Our world is a nest of this Birthing a new generation The next wave of apes The next sharpened tongue The next tribal law With no realization Only synchronization A Haven of Hatchers A Hatchet Haven