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Shackled,
I dangled
withered,
My mind bending
ever   so   slowly
to the way my
captors
want me to think,
Do.

They asked,
ever   so   gently

to believe in their
cause by,
drilling a hole
in my head,
to let the evil out
and accept all the good
they have to give.

I hear
goose steps,
getting closer,
Feel it through
a cold concrete
floor.

I twitch,
a
half remembered
boot heel against
my head,
the other half
a racing heart
and sweat from
all that work.

They say I’ve graduated
but I can’t remember
my
name
or
who I am.

Wearing a new uniform
and hat,
belonging….

….There is no letter
“I” in the word “team”….

 

 

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