Guests

Guests short poem

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There it was,
A beautiful villa,
Complete with lots of guards,
From inside a cry would be heard,
And the moaning of a person in agony,
The mission would be in progress

The new slaughter house,
Trained untamed boys into men,
Carrying of heavy woods, digging deep holes,
Eating tasteless food, cold sleeping areas,
Not to mention, being bullied by colleagues,
The chains were necessary to knock sense,
Hard labor, lack of freedom,
Compensated for societal don’ts violated,
And judges would judge fit

As time passed by,
These “guests” would get ready to embrace new world,
Hopeful of a bright future,
Opening of success doors,
Scrambling for any opportunity to succeed,
But, fear of rejection, hatred,
Sent chills down their spines,
Who would hire a known criminal?
Changed or not, who cares?
The world perception kills motivation

Time for vows,
Never to repeat a crime,
Never pretend to be honesty liars,
Never hurt the harmless,
Forgive yourself first, the world will too,
And as aliens they get released to earth,
Human beings despise aliens,
The war is on.

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