We are told each of us are unique,
Yet we are brought up in the same mould.
If you glance at the neighborhood elite school,
(Factory, rather, that produces batches of imbecile teens every year)
In punitive justice lies its principle, for anyone who dares to be different.
They look alike, mumble alike
Their slick hair parted and plaited,
Clothed in drab robes that should not, must not, cannot provoke,
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