Wasteland Of Broken Souls

We are all unique,
With talent and potential,
We are here to develop and grow.
Well, that's what they claim to do.

They lie.

The truth is, we are destined,
To conform to, the inhuman machine,
The Authorities, our personalities stripped,
Turned into mere machines, with the purpose of churning out results.

This is where we are.

And we are punished,
Anytime and everytime,
Always when we break imposed limits.
All, in the search for ourselves.

A Wasteland

That is where, we are shackled,
Transformed into, soulless automatons,
Can you hear us weep, our dreams sundered forever,
In our immortal pain, soundlessly wailing out the tortured cry

Of Broken Souls.