Stay Stiff

'A real boy?'he muttered behind slim glasses'he wants to be a real boy?' Had he known how the devil triumphedIn votes cast, In voices muffled  Or the trials, misfortune: the way life bent you backwards.No boyish joyNo smiling toys Would he still want to becometrue flesh and blood?or remain stiff and woodenGilded in ignorant bliss. To my sweet boy:stay stiff.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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