They herd us in droves,
Like cattle in lines.
Trained not to speak,
We enter our confines.
Neat and orderly
We sit and stare
As the wardens brainwash
Us trying to make us want to be there.
We are prisoners
Being worn down each day.
Individuality being stripped,
No fun, no play.
Concentration camps
Can compare
To this hell
We all share.
Staring out the window
I find myself dreaming
Of freedom,
Of meaning.
"Ring ring"
The bell sounds
At the end of school and we
Are free until tomorrow of our compounds.
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Poems By Me
PoetrySo this is just a book of the poetry I've written. It probably won't be updated often so sorry about that. Enjoy!!!
