Against The Grain.

set in a dystopian society

All my life encouraged,
To do what is deemed 'best',
Well what if I don't want to do,
What won't get off my chest?

Instead I want to be alone,
My books are all I need,
I can recognise a line,
That all societies feed.

But, no, it's bad to talk like that,
To voice your own true thoughts,
In a world where execution and-
Mild torture both are sport.

Instead we're clones,
We're mindless sheep,
WITH NOTHING LEFT TO SAY.
Well this one sheep who won't go,
That clone-like, wicked way.