Daytime Torture

The keys stood here before me Are mocking me in silence Their little letters and numbers Shouting their altiloquence Stuck in this fluorescent cube Sickening slowly by the hour Repetitive hand movements That take away my power Hidden from the sun by day Going out only by night Missing the birds and bees That are kept from my sight Such and acceptable torture Accepted far and wide Slowly killing the masses Slowly taking our pride Its time to break free again Knock down these plaster walls Take back our sunshine days These tortures must fall