The prison
portal ajar
Leading
To the
domain of despair.
O eyes of
conscience
Come,
Watch with
me
This warped
world
Where harassed
humans,
Most making
atonement
For sins not
committed
Worry about
wicked warders.
Between morning
and noon
Half-boiled
beans in bags
On wheel
barrows arrive,
Breakfasts arrive
with no condiments.
Harassed humans
sit eating,
Still nursing
skin lacerations.
On bare
floors
They lie at
night,
Spaces
Barely enough
to stir.
Music of
mosquitoes,
Music of
their nights.
