The boundaries are everywhere,

Predefined seats, untouchable yet unwritten thrones.

Predispositions on the menu again,

Reinforced by glances, concealing the glare which lies below.

 

Others gossip seemingly unaware of the bully present,

Now beating the minds and souls of those who do not share the secret,

Shamefully, the crowd cries out in the colosseum,

Rises and lowers a thumb to encourage the execution.

 

As the poison is injected into an unknowing soul.

Again and Again.