It’s Hard to Shine, in Their Shadow

If control; is parent, then child; is service,

please others first, not knowing bliss,

kid in chains; rapes; heart and mind

by all commands from them, not kind,

thus, submission’s, birthday card,

repeats the pain, the life so hard,

where mind-forged-noose, is allowed,

family ties; makes scream; so proud!

Then; be strangled; by a teacher,

who fan-girls at, over-reacher,

class is sermon, and a test,

whilst they cancel your request -

for comfort break, between the whips,

such biased written, rehashed scripts,

where learning; is burning; yearning change,

thus, your single light’s deranged!

Next; tip toe; through; interview,

a scowl on face, makes the skew,

the ps and qs; you have to keep,

they rub their hands; as you do weep,

as purpose: you; their shiny cog,

sweating like an shambles hog,

for your beam, is dimmed by pound,

suits don’t care, about your ground!

Lastly; queue; with Zimmer-frame,

collecting stamps, with all the pain,

fed by leaders; bleed us; dry,

if this is life, we want to die,

as reinvention’s, stalled by men,

who never really think again,

thus, life does choke; an ill wind; blow,

it’s hard to shine, in their shadow!