Break Free
An abnormal cloud of silence hovers over the grimy bus
No one makes a fuss
Their eyes are that of a dead fish
When they smile
It is a grimace of pain that is hostile
They wear burdensome ashen chains on their limbs
They say it embodies them for they are quite dim
One stands for morals
Another stands for the expectations of society
As they become animated their chains whirl
Moving with their owners so that they are one
Indistinguishable from the other
They chatter with glee
For they do not see
Since they have shut their eyes
And stifled the indignant cries
For they believe they are not bound
By what cannot be found