Dance Lessons

In cages they train them to dance. 

In cages made of concrete,

They hold them with the threat 

Of letting them loose in a society,

Where only those dancing to the 

Monotoned beat of the status quo survive.

In these cages, named after fallen heroes

Who carved their names into the timeline of history,

They shroud the windows

With blinds to blind those trapped inside

From those stray rays of hope that 

Trickle down from the heavens only to strike

The pavement where those trapped inside once danced free.

As they take each step harmoniously with each other

They manage to bury the free spirit within them,

Which yearns to dance without restraint,

On a stage of swings and slides.

And the audience consists of bosses

Who critique their rhythmic steps

To cast them in more plays until the day,

The music stops and the spotlight

Loses life.