There are no more cartoons
There are no more happy endings.
Bone upon bone
Man made of sticks
Shedding skin and bleeding out.
Laid down and flogged
No sound comes from this vessel
Silence is the sound of dignity ringing out
All that’s left in this horrorshow to control.
Teased by guards who throw down black bread
Bet on the winner and then beat the victory out of him.
They make us walk straight
Showing us off to their superiors.
Step out of line
And that’s a caning.
Beaten to within an inch of your life,
Get up! Get up!