All world's a stage,
But alike are all the actors,
Fitting in the same confined bracket,
Strings of their fingers lying
In someone else's back pocket.
Scratch out divergents like scavengers,
No, there is no room for challengers.
Who needs plots with new characters,
Just sit back and let people be manufactured,
Push them so down the coop
Till there is no odd one out in the group.
Let the 'privileged' do their job,
Let them make everything 'just right'.
No kindness, leave alone care,
No joy, no tears
All of humanity, stuck in the same gear.
Imagine living in such a world,
No respect, no attraction,
No colour, complexion, or passion,
No changes, god forbid.
The same story on every page,
No fear but also no courage.