Jail

 Not knowing is the hardest part

Time is easy- day after day-

The same; noise, routine, and med cart.

Threats and violence, lockdown and raids

For here real criminals are made.

Jail

Black and white are clearly defined,

A racial divide, though justice is blind

It's all a big lie,-The Crown, Justice of peace.

The truth they doht seek, but lives they lease -

Locking people behind bars, concrete, and steel.

In truth, nothing is real.

Jail

Gourmet meals, but nothing to eat.

Is it pork, chicken, beef? Or just mystery meat?

We eat beside the shitter, which of course, smell

The dirt and the grime, an unspoken crime; dwell.

From slops, sauces, gravy's, who can tell?

Jail

Metal tables, metal crapper, concrete walls-

From farts, p*** and s***,-nature calls.

It's overcrowded, but no one cares!

Tears at the heart strings, on the soul it wears

Jail