Cattle
They herd us
Cattle
Skin brushing
Smell of sweat rising
Get in line
Forces shoving
Pushing
They funnel us
Older ones there
Younger ones there
Corridors cramped
Breathing
Silence
They tell us to think
Be creative
Our heads
Trapped in a bridle
Occupied
They do not want creativity
They reach their hands
Down our throats
Replacing our words
With theirs
They grip our hearts
Ripping apart the dreams
They told us to chase
Write whether you agree or not
You do not agree
You are wrong
Cattle
They place us
In isolation
Claiming
We do not meet
Their standards
They tell us to think
To be creative
But we are wrong
Copyright © Emily Luker | Year Posted 2015
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