Skip to main content

Hope goes to die

 " You're under arrest" I heard her cry

Even though the reasons were wrong!

Cops throw me in a place where hope goes to die.

No help from home makes days long!


If heaven and hell sport a place of limbo

Made of concrete steel and bar

In earnest? Did I search, for even a symbol

Where tattoos and tattered hearts have no par


In a world of bright orange, there's no black or white

And garbage for shoes that fall off your feet

Prison politics at play where nothing is right

Men like zombies do meet


" Reg or PC?" Did the warden thus ask

The choice of which is a matter of pride

To be accepted in a community of criminals, a task!

Where no speaking the truth did he slide


Teaching each other the tools of the trade

No whistling just one of the rules

On dirt and crusted floors,  better criminals are made

No talk of details in the land of the fools


Each day is the same, as time lingers on

'Cept for canteen,  Those that can afford

The price! In a place where phones cost a song

Snitches get stitches, spoken words are a sword


A good cellmate can make all the difference

With books, puzzles, crosswords, and cards

You can get banged off the range, no deliverance

For speaking your mind, go against the grain. It's hard!


Where guards do the minimal, protecting themselves

"the crown" Needs a swift kick from karma

Like "1984" Where everything is backwards

It's jail for profit and big pharma


No justice,  no peace,  it's all a big hoax

No access to lawyers, no morals, no brains 

Suffering from virus, the miserable bloke

No progress in life does he gain


The food,  while fancy, small portions they serve 

With gravy, and sauces and slop

Even the 'tatters Ave green bits. The nerve!

Though request after request to stop!


TV is a coveted play on prison politics

Where range boss runs the roost for small gains

A radio becomes loved,though sadly no mix

Of songs. Oh! Oh Lord the insane are the pains


Prisoners turn to God for release

Dark "Welfare cells" are boring

With twice the capacity there's no peace

Excessive waste sends costs soaring! 


With no real way to reach family and friends 

And only one visit per week

Hope is all a prisoner can do

Without means a man can seek


Lost to the system, due to manipulative lies

And corruption straight from the judge

The windows allow prisoners to see what they miss

Release! Or Justice won't budge.


S*****er on the left,  pisser on the right.

And showers with underwear on

Its arts and crafts made of towels and sheets

The hustle it's all a con


This is the place where hope comes to die

While body and brain goes to rot.

The irony is we're guilty till innocent

No justice is ever sought 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Survival Tips

Go Bag Everyone in your household should have a Go Bag — a collection of things you would want if you have to leave in a hurry. Your Go Bag should be sturdy and easy to carry, like a backpack or a small suitcase on wheels. You'll need to customize your Go Bag for your personal needs, but some of the important things you need in your Go Bag include: Bottled water and nonperishable food, such as granola bars Copies of your important documents in a waterproof container (e.g., insurance cards, Medicare/Medicaid cards, photo IDs, proof of address, marriage and birth certificates, copies of credit and ATM cards) Flashlight, hand-crank or battery-operated AM/FM radio, and extra batteries List of the medications you take, why you take them, and their dosages Contact information for your household and members of your support network Cash, in small bills Notepad and pen Back-up medical equipment (e.g., glasses, batteries) and char...
Post a Comment
Read more

I'm Coming Home

 The fly buzzed loudly in the hot summer sun. It circled and landed on the old man's faded blue dress pants. He barely noticed as he sat quietly watching the crowd; the hum of the old fighter planes overhead drowned out the gasps of the spectators and the squeals of the children. It was a magnificent, sunny, summer day in Tillsonburg, and wispy white clouds slowly sailed by on a endless carpet of blue. The gathered ensemble craned their necks to watch the aerial acrobatics in absolute amazement as skilled pilots expertly demonstrated the finesse of the Canadian vintage airplanes overhead. The fly started to pester the man sitting in the wheelchair. He tried vainly to chase it away, but his wrinkled hand was too slow. Many years ago, he may have been nimble and quick, but now his hands were gnarled into a claw by arthritis, and spotted by age. The bothersome insect buzzed his face and it was all he could do to purse his lips and blow, trying to shoo the fly away. No one noticed ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Forest Quest

 Primary Mission To create and facilitate a LARP (Live Action Role Play) system designed for children.  Goals Forest Quest's main focus is to encourage children from the age of 5 years-old and up to participate in outdoor activities, with the emphasis on role-play and imagination.  Many of the activities require physical and mental skills, as well as, the encouragement to further develop motor-control and problem-solving.  Peer-building is an important benefit of participation.  Children AND adults are encouraged to use their imagination. This can include (But is not limited to) costumes, character development, and even props.  What is LARP? Live Action Role Play is when a group of people use an established gaming-system to act, or "Role-play" their favourite heroes.  Players physically act out their characters' actions in a fictional setting while interacting with each other. Players actions determine the outcome of the game by solving puzzles or comb...
Post a Comment
Read more