Disclaimer: Ally Condie owns matched not me
This is just a short poem I came up with
In The Society, many things are deemed strange
Like crooked trees, snow in June, and wanting free range.
You past and your future all just a series of numbers.
They even track your dreams, so no more peaceful slumbers.
Why do people live like this and turn a blind eye?
The answer is simple: defy The Society and die.
Yet there are still many standing tall
Because they want freedom for all.
The more they restrain you, the more you wish to be set free.
Those are the makings of a rebellion; raging against powers that be.
It is no small task, invisibly enslaving a nation,
But all The Society's faults are of its own creation.
Yet there are still many standing tall.
Because citizens should not feel small.
Anomalies are cruel yet generals are not.
Those are the ways citizens are taught.
No wonder why rebels are there.
No wonder there are so few that dare.
Yet there are still many standing tall
Because all things so cruel must fall.
Hope you liked it! I apologise for weak rhymes.