Pupils out
this heart is a race
still enclosed in a shell
in this dark daunting place
I see the fresh meat
on hooks
as they pass
through intruding metal frames
and this bulletproof glass
they seem unaware
by the custom of fate
that their lives
ever changed
when they came through its gate
and that when the time comes
to see the outside
will they have realised potential
found a life to confide...

S.C.U , days are the same..