Uniform

Uniform turns men into machines and beasts. As soon as the uniform touches their skin all bets are off. The man who just kissed his wife passionately couple of naked hours earlier, is now a hatred machine rigged to blow. He needs the world to bow or else. Love is the last thing in his intention.

The uniform demands respect to a fault. It’s sown in its DNA. Every thrust of the needle was an ego hit to the future. It reeks of false superiority wherever uniforms are worn and sold. Whenever uniform is ridiculed, which happens a lot, there’s always hell to pay.

Uniform is authoritarian. It purges whoever resists. Every atrocity ever committed against the human race was done by uniforms. They killed and tortured then went home to kiss their kids, with a guilt free satisfaction that they were only doing their jobs. The uniform didn’t question the morality of their directives. That didn’t matter. The tortured masses were the enemy. The job came first. Serve the uniform by any means necessary. Genocide performed with extreme loyalty.

Sooner or later there’s a uniform in your life. For better or worse a uniform commands you to obey. Sometimes the uniform is you.