Will I ever get out of here?
Oppression rages and wanders,
Forcing me to force myself
To abandon myself.

There is no happiness here
When in the aggravation of
A time constricted moment
We are forced to force ourselves
To abandon ourselves.

For what good?
For good of those who would force
Us to force ourselves?

For what need?
For the need of power and lust and greed
Of those who would force
Us to force ourselves.

Oppression rages and wanders through the bodies
Caught up in the admonition of
This . . .
This feelingless suffrage of . . .
This cancerous mass afflicting . . .
This oozing sore of oozing diseased . . .
This . . .

These people.

These people who know not their own
Personality.
These people who have lost all connection
With themselves.
These people who force themselves . . .
These people who have lost themselves
Somewhere they never knew they were.