Poem

The man sits and weeps,
On steps, hallowed streets,
The people walk faceless,
Like flocks of simple sheep,
Dancing to the tune and beat,
What brilliant overture!
What lilting crescendo!
Who wouldn't follow its direction,
The women wear their stockings
The men their bland, crisp suits,
And dance in that single waltz,
No joy
No change,
No shift,But none is necessary
Ignore the mistake
Hideaway from the death,
Its part of the plan.
The world doesn't need to be pretty,
Its cyclical,
Unlearning,
A nice little loop,
Ignore the hunger
Look over growing debts
The free laugh and laugh,'The pointless waltz'
they exalt,
'So dark and grim'
But they are blind.
For do the free not see?
They are as trapped as the rest.

I used rhyme in the first stanza with weep,street, and sheep. I had multiple examples of line break in the poem as well. I also used anaphora, if I am using the definition correctly, in the "no joy,no change,no shift.