My soul flaps half-heartedly

Trapped against the bars

Society

Sets;

Caged canary raspily

Squeezing out thin notes

Escape a

Dream

That invades my nights

Filtering through prototype

Thoughts, and quickly quelled

Such revolutionary

Notions as free will and thought

Must be dowsed as cigarettes

Says the dictator

They'll burn your

Child

So do I avert my eyes

Afraid the revolution

Will spill out and then

Infect the masses

How much guilt

Would have racked

me

Then?