The System Poem by Bailadora P

The latest batch walks through the doors
Surrounded by concrete walls and floors
Herded from one locked room to another
Hid away, every day, they'll never see color
Everyone dressed like they were told
It's another twelve years until they're paroled
No solace, even in each other
They hardly even see their mothers

Their supervisor doesn't care
That their emotions are in disrepair
They carry their pain along on their backs
As they trudge down the hall, and never relax
They're never allowed to go out alone
If they act out, they'll never go home
The doors are locked, the gates are secured
What am I describing, prison, or school?