the treacherous selection machine

All the workers in their cages
Plagued with latency
With their names written on the pages
Anticipate the day of their destiny
When they will be picked by the authority
To become what they were meant to be.

I still hear the howls, and the screams
Of those ignored
25 years, some far more
It seems that they weren’t all written on the pages
…it seems they weren’t all meant to be.

They fight to believe
Knowing it takes just as much effort to fear
An indolent fate
And they pray for the day of sweet escape
From the cages by the authority.