POETRY – RHYME


Scum

That label of retraining, borstal boy blues,
Fear trip routine, hierarchal bully mews,
Eton college format, maroon cap line,
The weak must whisper, whilst the strong do shine.

In their role of power, delegated to rule,
By fear and violence, a license to be cruel.
To the damaged and weak, unusual and strange,
The wardens just smile, desiring no change.

Content in a system, where they are the boss,
People who are different, are considered no loss.
Under this pressure, the weak they do grass,
The one winner revealed, rebel to the brass.