Cardboard

We are just cardboard cutouts

We are created to be what others want

Created to live and breathe society

Created to bleed democracy

"The home of the free"

That's what they all say

But society turns us from free to prisoners

Society kills the innocent

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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