I tried not to cry as I headed through the gates
I knew for sure that this was the land of hates
My sister held tight to my hand
I promised her I would take her to the promise land

They ordered us in lines
Oh how I hate those spines
They told us we were headed to take a shower
Oh that would make me feel like I have power

They took us to this giant house
I felt like such a small mouse
We went inside, about fifty of us
Did it without a fuss

We walked to the shower heads, eager to feel clean
But as we did we felt not so keen
I was loosing my breath
And realized I was about to face death
But yet I held my sister tight

Finally after about five minutes I felt a sensation
And I knew I must’ve died
But, to my sister I lied

But anywhere is better then the land of hates