I do not want to be what they are
A tin soldier set
Poured into the same mold
Crafted by the same hands
Wearing the same expression
as all others around me
Staring straight ahead with blank eyes
Marching to the same rhythm
dull, flat, beat of a drum
In.
neat.
uniform.
lines.
I would rather be a tin soldier toy
dropped by uncareful hands
with a crack in my side
Or painted a different color
than to march with them.










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