The Machine
Location
80128
United States
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Open your eyes before the crack of dawn
Venture into the cold morning
Travel to an even colder place
A place where hope goes to die
And creativity is supressed
Wjere your freedom is snatched away
Sit down
Be quiet
You are the next generation
So clean up your act
And behave
You will be drained of your personality
And become a model citzen
Is your heart breaking?
Are you exhausted?
Good.
It builds character
Do you not understand?
That's fine.
We'll move on without you.
You are simply part of a machine
If you dont't function properly
You can be replaced
Until the machine is complete.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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