We hold them until the joy 
Runs out of their faces
And they give up 
Any notion of escape

Once broken
They walk around timidly 
Mouthing what we drill into them
Without too much stuttering

A few are more difficult
To break we defer to 
The more experienced amongst us
To show us the advanced techniques 

Of course we are constantly 
Monitored so any sign of sympathy
From us will be 
Instantly quashed  

The tech got pretty good
To the point where we don’t  
Have to lay a finger on them
It’s all done through algorithm

Naturally we all cry
When they leave 
I’d like to think it a natural reaction
But the research is mixed