A System: Self-Realization

I wrote this poem after I gave up on humanity for the tenth or twentieth time. After that I realized that I was capable of being persuaded one way or another, but I couldn't be easily manipulated.

have become a system
An enclosed place of power
Walls rise up along the edges
Barbed wire lines along the top

Towers are along the walls 
Search lights move back and forth
Dogs are awake and machine-guns loaded 
Hiding weaponry the world won't understand

War is Peace
Because I revel in challenge
Peace is War
Because I suffer during silence

My weakness is my strength
I will batter you into submission
I clutch the weakest parts of me
And I hold them like the bat I had

Freedom is slavery
The ability to make choice
It's just suffering upon suffering
And the pretense of powerlessness
Allows you to quietly work
Under the table without notice

I cry because I am angry
Nothing is said because I am sad
I savor my anger and I loath my joy

If the mind is to be a battlefield
If the truth is to be a war
I will crush you like my forebears
I will stand on you like blood demands

I will out-secular you
While I pummel you with a bible

I will out conservative you
I will out liberal you

I will care more about your family
Then even you can try to attempt

I will seep into your mind 
And I you will be the one
To open the gates 
And get down on your knees

Unless you aren't worth it
Unless you are crater
A pile of ruins worth nothing
Nuked and bombed by nonsense
That you swallowed down 

Perhaps there is no point to fight
You have already lost
You walled yourself off to well
And now you are starving 
Because the world has blockaded you