A Poem

They aren’t allowed to simply be
Free like birds in a tree.
They are the welded tools of society.
Minds deadened.
Creativity lessened.
Ready to take on the mundane adult routine.

Can substance reignite the creativity?
It once blazed through their minds.
But dressed in your machine made suit
And leather boot,
You stamp on the inferno.

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