Behind Those Bars Poem by Ayni Poet

Had you ever came across,
Those sober sides
Frightening as the carceral gates,
Addicted to following rules
All the way to their antinomy
Adoring to fit in stony images,
Conforming to the games being played,
Filtering value through ranks,
Enslaved to the results of the spinning roulette,
Complying placidly to the nescience
Of the mass?

Aren't those the jailers of the
Cheer of Life,
The downcast caryatids that cannot move?