What if the only way to survive is to give in to this way of life?
Reason for birth, they’ve often questioned:
Why give life, when give not freedom to live?
Everything that makes them alive, killed at sight;
Anything that gives hope, separated from might.
Each living cell scorched and beaten,
Every thought and word made to question.
Try they do to break free,
But the chains, stronger than their spirit.
To have but still not have, the biggest curse on earth;
Treated all life like nothing but worthless dirt.
Free, individuals they want to be,
But the owners can’t stand a separate identity.
Fight within, to act mature,
But the silence, taken as an ask for abuse all the more.
Yell, scream, fight back,
But the noise makes the punisher mad.
It doesn’t get better with time,
Only learn to accept that chances of escape are slim.
Then they finally realize that the only way to survive is to give in to this way of life.
