Red cages
Chipped and rusted
Each locked with its own secret code
Whitewashed walls
Of forgotten brick
And narrow pathways
Stained with stampedes
Of ***** footprints
Doors line both sides of the pathways
And inside each door this are rows
Of neatly lined seats
For the prisoners to sit
They must be given a pass to go to the bathroom
And must never speak out loud
Or they will be punished
They stand when they hear the commander over the speaker
They speak the anthem
The anthem of all
And then they march down the halls
At exactly noon
Just to eat
And the must not talk too loud
And they only have a few minutes to eat
And each portion is just one slice of pizza
Greasy, soggy, wet
And a dry cookie
And they must never complain
Because they are so fortunate
To be prisoners of this beautiful system
They are the future generation
Of us all