The City Pt1. Poem by Ethan Wilson

There across that great sea
Lays a place known as the city
And in that cramped conformity
There are no parks, you can't breathe

The lights never go out, there be no stars
Everyone dreams, and drives their cars
Everyone's perfect, leaving no scars
Put anyone different behind big bars

There in the streets, status quo
There are the high, don't be the low
Anyone who defies, must be a foe
There is a truth, no one must know

The souls are there, but are not free
They march to the exact same beat
At the dong of the bell they leave
Into the open, to die on the air they breathe