All we had to offer then was our obedience
And they accepted it
Although - in truth - it was never enough
To build a comfortable story around childhood
Or about the nothingness of our modified resumes 
Our cities were dusty
Our cities were massacre ready:
They taught the shapes of our bodies to all kind of sociologists
And transformed our obedience into mild ridiculousness 
Then secured our existence from staff changes in the middle of the shift
We drank our alcohol safely
It was worth the blood...