Endless tears stream down their face
Tormented by a letter
Determining their fate.
Woe is them
The dying youth
Who peak before they should.
On and on they cry their tears
Dreams killed early on.
To a life of misery till they die
Unless their actions pull them away a moon too soon.
Time will carry their lifeless corpse
A puppet put on for all to watch.
They toil and play no care in the world
With a generation they know will die out too soon.
Whithered by sun and labor to a voice that goes boom
Soon I'll be put back to labor in the fields.
All equal punishment
All the same
Mental
Phsical
Whats the difference?
When im dying death will still be cruel.
