White Bus
I saw a white bus today
Moving steadily along
Its destination I could not say
Or to whom it belonged
It was different from other busses
With all its windows black
And who knows who was driving it
Or the passengers in back
I saw another down the road
The same as the first
And again I wanted to know
Who these people were
The busses were the usual size
And drove the posted speed
Though to the average eye
They were a mystery
The busses I saw were on the go
Along with us travelling too
And I was surprised to know
They would arrive at prison soon