Saturday, August 7, 2021

The Rebel

Too young to ever know better, he was still crushed
Held in disdain, bearing a certain sort of intense rage
Told to be more than he was able, hated, compelled
Didn't know who'd save him, or who he could trust
Given no chance, he had a number never a name
And his first act was to try to escape from Hell
He'd be the first of his kind to break the chains