Genocide of Free Thinkers

I stand upon an assembly line. My gaze constantly wondering. But I'm not suppose to grow curious. “Eyes front” They bark. Then there is a pain growing in my back my eyes wonder again to my peers. Their eyes are stuck in a gaze I can never stick too. In my ear a voice rings. They tell me how to think. How to feel. They say i can only go as far as they want me to. I open my mouth to speak. But i notice everyone around has a smile on their face. Their eyes read acceptance. But that makes no sense to me. How am i accept things with no proof. A world may scream sex sells. And they except me to buy it. But i rather spend my money on self respect. They scream i need to except war upon my nations enemies. But how is a boy soldier my enemy. It was then i realized. I was caught in a middle of the genocide of free thinkers.