These four walls are haunting
These shackles are rusting
Been here for long...
Never knew what I've done wrong
In these cells, countless stories been told
Nights have always been cold...
Sentences are not only words
But years of insult within these walls
Atoning every sin I have not known
I've yet to see my son grown
Many have sulked into the sea of madness
Filled with deadly ripples of sadness
Piety, respect and humanity
Enter those doors and take none
As the cages here have served
To contain those who abandoned their amity
Blinded by righteous vindication
Harrowing judgements of hate
For prison is a factory of madmen
And of gravestones to be soon made
Conviction, confinement or abuse even
Was justice given? I dare asks
Or was hate served as it was given?
Morals bent with these shanks
Men do wear masks of torment
But take on the path of the righteous
As power is earned in every judgement
Isolation is the key of the aristocrats of pious
Each hour spent, lives wasted
As isolation and death is the fate
Every prisoner awaits
Treated as if disease ridden men
Every man soldiers of their sinful ground
Prison is nothing but a reverse purgatory
What a glorious sight to behold!
Of dead people telling their own story
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Written By: Matthew Fran
Date: 07/25/2017
(*Warnings tell none of the tragedies
Cause come dawn, souls haunt
As silence take many deadly forms
Whether by force or earthly hurt)
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