Like a prison,
unfair.
Lied to us.
So many of
us gone.
Don't want
to disappear.
Don't want
to be retired.
What to do?
There are so
many of them,
To many of them!
This is a prison.
A prison
of death.
Unfair!
I did
nothing wrong.
Except
Exist!
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