MY PRISON
( FATHER OF I.P.P. PRISONER )
THERE"S NO LOCKS OR KEYS
WITHIN MY PRISON
NO RULES
THAT MAKE NO SENSE.
NO WALLS NO WIRE
NO VIOLENCE DAILY
NO DRUGS OR SCREWS
WHO SHOUT
NO SUICIDE WATCH
NO SELF HARM OR DEATH
JUST STRESS AND HEARTACHE
TO FILL EACH ROOM
TIME FROZEN LIFE EBBS AWAY
SIMPLY SO POLITICIANS CAN SAY
" TOUGH ON CRIME."
"TOUGH ON ITS CAUSES."
THEY DO NOT SEE
NOR NIGHTLY HEAR
THE HEAVY BREATH
OF THOSE IN FEAR
THE TIRED TEAR FALL
OR ITS SALTED CALL
TO POLITICS AND PEOPLE HEAR
BUT BOTH SEEM DEAF AND BLIND.
- Author: nephilim56 ( Offline)
- Published: January 8th, 2023 05:46
- Comment from author about the poem: DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO HAVE LOST LOVED ONES AND THOSE WHOM LOVED ONES STILL SUFFER UNDER AN ILLEGAL SENTENCE
- Category: Unclassified
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