Valued

To us, you’re an asset,
A token, a trophy,
Too precious to lose,
And too precious to use.

We wish to protect you,
To save you, to hide you,
To keep you from harm
And those who might need you.

We’ll give you an empire
In a plundered domain.
You’ll have all you need
From what little remains.

We’ll free you of worry,
Of hope and ambition.
You’re one of us now,
Alone in your prison.