Dystopia

Bright colored tights, in a world full of slacks

Posters are staring. The government’s breathing down her back,

Forcing ice shards to implant, multiply and shock

Ears so keen, she can hear the clock’s tick-tock

Breathe deeply. Calm your mind.

Don’t let the officers catch you this time

You’re singing songs that can’t be sung,

Ringing bells, to old to be rung.

Let freedom ring! You sing. Like it used to.

Let smiles shine! You cry. Like in secrecy they do.

Let her bleed! The conformists yell. Like she should.

Take her life! The dictator wails. Like ours she would.

And she agrees, because she knows it’s true.

She’d kill to bring freedom to you.

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