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Opportunity once ripped, our ego lost
Black and white, all been seen, With a dull, and identical shape. True, an object molded,
Amid the operation of a chance-ripper. Because it is made in Hong Kong.
Children along the stairs,
With labels attached,
are waiting, no, queuing to enter the mold.
Or not, they have already been the cookie-cutter models.
Feeling nothing, on their poker faces. But in a perpetual daze, on their mind. “Behave”, “Behave”
Nothing left but robots, heartless.
Where are those once glittering eyes, Crystal clear and full of dreams? Nothing left but holes, hollow. Homework, quizzes Flooded their eyes,
With their ego gone, forever.
Aspirations and dreams, we once used to have. Our education,
Spoon-fed and suffocating.
Soon be molded,
Unable to thrive or shine.
Falling into the abyss of conformity.
Inspired by the photo series Time to tame the tigers? by Saskia WESSELING Image #1, #3, #4, #5, #7, #8, #9
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