My People
our halls
walkin with heads
held high
Wearing black
People look
Dont dare to talk back
cuz they'll get smacked
thats a fact
So dont ask
we all hide behind masks
all have tasks
to get through each
and every day
thats our way
What do you got to say?
Hope you make it through
today
Why? ! ! dont i say
this again
Get out of my face
You major PREP! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem
A poem indicating a heavy atmosphere of repression and giving up to fate! Should it be like this!