Factories Of Death Poem by Savvas Zephonas

This stupid factory smees like death
the same smell with the ugly basements
I grew up
it is strange how strong this smell is.
In this factory I see Only Human Puppets
little people who had accepted their fate.
They speak when they told to
They move when they told to.
That is not a good place for me
I have smell and saw enough death,
I want to smell the flowers at spring
I will live for me, my hopes and dreams,
without beeing a puppet
I want freedom
I want Life!