you want us happy do not give us chance
keep us instead within a narrow gate
no options open to excite debate
absence of space for retreat or advance
but lots of room for leer or angry glance
tell each that there's no time for love or hate
that every place has been chosen by fate
and then demand that all must rise to dance
this is the law for those within the wall
who name it freedom when they do not die
no longer noticing the stale old stink
no longer hearing when fresh voices call
since each one's ear has been numbed by the lie
and no mind's left that even wants to think
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