Beep Beep Beep! ! Poem by Paolo Giovanni Lonewolf Marra

Beep, beep. beep! !
The early morning sounds we dread
Like a slave master whipping me
I am awoken and forced to rise
Thrust into a world I do not choose
I begin my march like a mindless drone

Enclosed in a metal cocoon
I travel with the many
As we embark on our journey
Into the realm of captivity

Robbed of freedom and of the choice of free will
Locked in the catacombs of the master's devise
We labour for the benefit of the faceless few
Only to finish the day and go back to where it all began
To live through it again and again! !