The Pass System (A Poem)

The law is made to protect.

The law is made to protect the citizens?
The law is made to protect the system.
Obey the law and reap the benefits?
Obey the law that strips your benefits.
To some the law, a suggestion.
To the rest a leash they call “protection.”
A hold around expression,
No four walls, nonetheless detention.
Never diverting their attention,
until now.
Still clasping wrists instead of joining hands.
Giving out passes,
turns to asking for passes,
but your books we’re burned long ago.

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