The prison walls will rot one day
Mere brick with fragile clay
The heavy doors will fail and fall
Each cruel lock left on its own
No power ..no choice..no conscience.
The uniform and all it means
Will be abandoned as Government scream
Their corrupt voices to empty air
Only rubble left to stare
No power ..no choice..no conscience.
And you my son will bear the scars
Of an innocent man behind bars
But you will live to see them fall
Bad Government and those evil walls
Now without power..or choice..or conscience.
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