A Doll’s House

A Doll’s House

The world is like a dollhouse,

From the highest level to the less one,

One order and the other obey,

Or they have to obey,

If not, they are doomed to live

In the dark, gloomy, fearful place.

Of course, there is always some,

Some who don’t care about

Their fortune, house, family, and their place,

Wanting to find their self and identity.

Who think it is lost or hidden,

From them to be always obedient.

Some protest, just to say

Ay, we exist, we have a voice,

Yet, nothing is in their shout,

And they cause the real to go out.

The first and the last group are always

In the attention of others.

Though whatever happens to the middle class,

No one cares and passing them wearing a sunglass!

Then, no voice from them is heard,

And all of us doomed to be

In this devilish fate,

All but all who is alone.