They strip us and tell us how we should look a European bully
They speak in a foreign tongue so we do not understand fully
Life within this room is all of my thoughts
I ponder on the pain and pleasure that it has brought
These chains depress me and keep my personality shadowed
I am not the leader of this trend and yet I am still followed
Emotion repressed by people's unneeded fears,
It cannot be stopped because of their shedding of tears.
My feelings and body are exposed as I am whipped like a slave
As my mind wanders I remember all of the sins I once forgave
My friends and family give in and let their soul be deprived
They say nothings worse than death; I do not even feel alive.
Air is my food, or a roach that runs across my floor
Why must I suffer because of other people's war?
Separated my male and female, how are we to live?
They keep telling us to unleash more, yet we have nothing to give!
Religion is our union; it is the only way we can relate,
Because we even argue over who has the worst fate.
The conditions make us vomit, and diseases are plentiful
We are considered outcasts because our religion makes us horrible
I despise my life; these people make me feel worthless
If I just live how they say then my pain is supposed to hurt less?
They send me to a chamber, but inside I wonder why?
As they close the door, they ask, “Are you ready to die?"
The women cry, and the begin their final prayers,
The people listen and laugh because they do not care.
It is not fair; while we suffer, everyone else takes life for granted,
You can see your home while now I am blinded.
This is the last place I will see, the last place I will remember,
No this is not a Nazi camp, this is Society's Chamber.
I knew I would leave this to the last minute. Ok case you did not catch it, I was metaphors. It seems like I was talking about a Nazi prison camp, where they were told to dress, had almost no food, conditions were deplorable, etc...
However, the twist is that it is all metaphors for real life. I dont have time to use them all, but think about it.
Starvation of food-- starving of individuality.
gas chamber- suffocated by peer pressure and giving in
separated by sex- sexism, how people should dress
List goes on and on, but you really need to think about it. There is a lot of symbolism, and if you dont get it then you will not get my poem.
By the way, the topic: freedom from a distance, my freedom is to be a individual, so having the freedom to be different in a society that frowns upon it.
Vote Honest or Not At All.
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