‘Could you switch places with us?’–a poem

Do you??

Do you know what it’s like

To be locked up

Do you know what it’s like

To be us

Could you endure the pain

Of sitting in a cell all day

Away from your family and friends

Being told what to do

Like a bunch of small kids

This is modern day slavery

We’re pushed around and talked to

Like Hitler did the Jews

Do you know what it’s like

To be fed food

That you couldn’t even name

Do you know what it’s like

To be guarded by people

Who think they’re better than you

Because they’ve got a badge on their chest

They treat us like they’re kings

And we’re their peasants

Could you switch places with us

So you could feel how we feel

And see what we see

We want you to know what it feels like

To live life

Begging to be free

–T.R. Evans

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