[ WP ] A story where all the dialogue is lyrics from your favorite song .

`` Sprawling on the fringes of the city,'' 
 
 rebels goad, `` in geometric order,'' 
 
 the disillusioned firebrands pity 
 
 masses in `` an insulated border.'' 
 
 The demagogue appeals to human rights, 
 
 hoping to chill supporters to the bone. 
 
 With honeyed words, `` in between the bright lights,'' 
 
 he pauses, `` and the far unlit unknown.'' 
 
 `` Growing up, it all seems so one-sided,'' 
 
 relates one, `` opinions all provided.'' 
 
 The crowd adds, `` the future pre-decided.'' 
 
 The mob chants, `` detached and subdivided, 
 
 nowhere is, in the mass production zone, 
 
 the dreamer or the misfit so alone.'' 
 
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 The rioters blame the `` subdivisions.'' 
 
 Anarchists say it's `` in the high school halls.'' 
 
 The socialists, for fiscal revisions, 
 
 prefer to say it's `` in the shopping malls.'' 
 
 But each of the'oppressed,' without a doubt, 
 
 believe that it's `` conform or be cast out.'' 
 
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 They seek to bring change `` in the basement bars,'' 
 
 reasoning that it's where their ideals sprout. 
 
 Cries the demagogue, `` in the backs of cars,'' 
 
 with bitter quip, `` be cool or be cast out.'' 
 
 The irony: this `` unattractive truth'' 
 
 is naïveté - `` restless dreams of youth.''
