Just a Number
A number defines me
Because now I have no identity
Just another faceless someone-or-other
Blending in with the crowd.
Shackles around my feet
Trudging through screaming crowds,
Along with Prisoners one through to infinity
I am not who I used to be
Number 24601,
That's who I've now become,
No different from the other digits,
But paradoxical to the world outside
Will my identity ever really be mine?
Or will I be another drone sent to the gallows,
Sharing a grave with Numbers 24067 to 27043?
On the plaque reads:
"Here lies a sum of numbers,
Not so important,
Not worth any value,
Not anyone at all."