They Called

They called from the four-sided walls

Saying they were free

They called to say they had stood tall

But couldn’t just let be


They said things would be better now

Then it was in the past

They said they would write letters now

This thing of ours could last


But the wood slammed and life was called

As tears fell to the floor

They screamed aloud, but then were hauled

Straight to the iron door

They were right, in the end, things are much better now

No more fights, no more blend, this she did so vow


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