The slaves of time,
cursed by design,
the children slapped when they whine,
but, have we committed a crime?
Chased down,
watching the helpless woman drown,
a ceremony for the one who shot the round,
but all they did was bury themselves further in the ground.
The anonymous graves,
brought on by the leaders craves,
killing the brave,
making the cowards slaves.
The slaves of time,
cursed by design,
the children slapped when they whine,
but, have we committed a crime?
The senseless death,
gloating as you take your final breath,
claiming he's the best,
its time to save the rest.
The officials say its a test,
and they kill the rest,
the ones who didn't pass,
the ones who did not make the class.
There is only one way out,
only one route,
but we may never get free,
we can only try to flee.
Their actions ripple,
making the reaction triple,
so you use your chair as a grip,
as you watch thousands of lives slip.
The slaves of time,
cursed, forced to go with the rhyme,
continually treated like slime
but we have committed no crime.
After everything happens,
the dictators claim to have compassion,
saying "oh we've learned our lesson,
we would never repeat this regression"
But they will never break the pattern,
for a few years it will be scattered,
but they will repeat their mistakes,
they will hold on to that lifestyle with all it takes.
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2/18/11
My favorite prewrite so far, based off the youtube vid I will post on the side once I get home. Enjoy?
~SR
