Thousands of millions yearn,
For their fire to burn once more,
But in order for their hearths to spark,
They need to retain their core,
Either it by reading or a hundred squats,
To refill their zealousness,
They must do it in the confines,
Of their own pleasantness,
Solitary, though in prisons,
Is known as punishment,
Now it can be called,
Some new-found nourishment,
So, don’t be foolish, to think you’re above
Both your sins and your crimes,
Thus, do us and yourself a favour,
Please remain inside.