My hands are tied with hammer and nail building some
factories railroad
My mouth is bound by one sided truths blindly denied as fact
Demeaned as the ramblings of paranoid doped up liars
My eyes stay glued to poverty and woe
Loveless days that never end
My head is locked in a position where disrespect shall be
felt through civil disobedience
Unable to see the world beyond themselves
My feet are stuck in mud
Slowly progressing millimeters at a day
Nothing changes
Nothing moves forward
I speculate in a windowless room
Where some drug has been forced on me by my captors
Where mediocrity meshes with conformity
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