Confinement

Seeing light on darkened faces
the glows once shown are now in cases
a lock, a key, to keep them down
for sake of name now tightly bound.

Stoic men with placed faces
sit and stare upon their bases
each bears a cross to wear their crown
to search for verbs and drown in nouns.

Dancing ladies smell of sweet,
swing and sway about their feet
sing and laugh and shake their manes
mounting men and staking claims

Seeing there no eyes to meet
their eyes dim, their light depletes,
bearing back to dark within
they respond in kind to kin.

Darkness falls on hollowed light
blankness hails, all lose their sight,
more minds move to break their binds
and greet another of their kind

Some succeed to spite their stair
with radiance that blinds the air
and sing of freedom justly gained
till pain reveals that freedom's feigned.

The hands of darkness rule supreme
a nothingness devoid of dreams
bodies fall and quake like thunder
thoughts are skewed and thrown asunder.

They all lay peaceably, unmoved
the minds of which though quite removed
they sit as plastic dolls in rows
as waiting presents wrapped with bows.

Alas this sight be found anew
and captive sleepy stares ensue
and seeing this more men do fall
and sit and stare within the hall