Thoughtful Rhymes

Flawed

This was a poem made for school going off the book Flawed by Cacelia Ahern. You should check it out. It's really intriguing. 

I am perfect,
Or at least I appear to be.
The government has brainwashed subjects,
Yet only the Flawed can see.

They have been marked,
By the burning F on their body,
And hunted by the polices' narked,
No matter if you're in New York or Mitadi.

You aren't marked at first,
Unless you commit a crime.
Your actions have to be rehearsed.
You have to act in your prime.

5 burn scars can be given, 
Each for a different crime.
The government makes the people unshriven,
And the unflawed parents you have to mime.

You can't lie or deceive,
Or else you'll get an F on your tongue.
You need to make people believe,
Or else the Flawed you'll be among.

If you steal from society,
Your left hand will be branded,
Your hand will show Flaw and cause notoriety.
Your friends will leave you stranded.

A brand on your right temple,
Will be given for bad judgement.
Putting down "exemple,"
Instead of "example" could put you to adjudgment.

For helping the Flawed when unflawed,
An F shall be inserted on the right sole,
You have walked away from society and god,
And have fallen into a dirty hole.

Your chest shall be seared,
If you walk away from the government or guild,
You will never be revered,
And will be shown thoughts of having you killed.

Even one Flaw will make you hated.
You're seen as a threat to everyone.
Knowing you have a mark will make people elated,
Especially because you can't even run.

You have a curfew like kids,
And had your passport taken away.
People don't have to shut their lids.
As the police would rather have you die than stay.

You're monitored by Whistleblowers,
Who love to remind you of what you are.
They're like professional knife throwers,
Attacking if you're not on the radar.

Flawed have to wear a red band,
Everywhere they go,
To show what happens when you land,
Away from the usual flow.

They have their own red seats,
To show others they're worthless,
More than two can't be next to each other on the streets,
And they should be birthless.

If a child of two Flawed parents is born,
It is taken away,
It learns its parents are wrong and is treated like a thorn,
The child cannot be left astray.

You're seen as a mistake,
Even when you're dead,
A different cemetery the guild had to make,
To make sure no one else is misled.