Compliance
They’re going to strip you naked;
They’ll strip you of your clothes
And strip away your dignity
Down to your freezing toes.
They’ll strip apart your honour,
Diminishing your worth;
You’ll be among the cheapest
Of those who dwell on Earth.
The last dregs of your self-esteem
Will be dissolved in bile;
They’ll show you off inside a cage,
So you’ll live on a while.
But when they choose, your time will come,
And you’ll be cast aside.
You should have learned to play the game,
Or simply have complied.

Stephen Gospage
Tue 17th Feb 2026 08:20
Thank you for the comments, Graham and Leon.
The pressure to comply comes in many guises, as you both suggest, and is at its most extreme in authoritarian regimes where dissenters are silenced or just disappear.
And thanks to everyone who liked this poem.