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