Trapped in the boundary
and the boundary defines who
they are
of same minds and same sameness
only able to see within the imagined lines
feeding from the umbilical cords that strangles
and milks them the potpourri of meditated frenzied
call to arms and baptised at the Cathedral of inverted Freedom
the freedom to do as told and the freedom to see as shown
and kneel to nibble the shared remnants of glossed freedom