The young and useless are casted to the side.
They were given scripts made of whispers and rhymes.
As the candles are lit and the play begins.
Tension builds up as the pain sinks in.
The stage is so silent as fear runs inside.
Not a word was said but they screamed from there eyes.
Watching the crowd as the crowd watched back.
Humiliation spreads fast but it's the young who laugh last.
As the strings on their backs are finally detached.
Gasoline drowns the stage and ends with a match.
The smoke clears the building and the young get away.
They young run with joy I doubt they feel shame.
