Just Tools
By: Kenneth R. Cabrieto


          Games, plays and dominos,
          These were the tools of our lives.
          Day by day we cherished them,
          But they cut through our souls like knives.
          We were force-fed thoughts,
          While we waited in line.
          We were so blind,
          We didn't know that they were lies.
          The fruits of our labor,
          Were their innocent cries.
          We just laughed at them,
          Not one tear came from our eyes.
          "Love made us weak."
          That's what we were taught.
          They said we were playa's.
          We learned we were not.
          We too were tools,
          In someone's twisted mind.
          He saw this as fun.
          I still don't know why.
          As we dared to escape we couldn't,
          This darkness had swallowed us whole.
          Thoughts of freedom filled our heads,
          Freedom was our only goal.
          As I look back on days wasted,
          Now I can understand why,
          It hurt so much to be used,
          I know, for now I cry.

          -June 6th, 2001