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
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