Hellbound Commute

Every morn, a dreary plight,

A soul dragged down, a heavy weight.

To hellish depths, they're forced to go,

A daily grind, a painful show.

Through crowded streets, a weary tread,

A mind consumed, a heart turned red.

Each passing mile, a bitter pill,

A soul in chains, against its will.

Yet hope flickers, a guiding light,

A promise of a future bright.

A day will come, when freedom's near,

And joy will chase away all fear.