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The Prisoner
** A protest against the hypocrisy of the death penalty and the decadent environment of the prison system where a simple thief or criminal is unleashed on society upon leaving worse than they went in** The days are short and gentle in the pillow of truth; gentle like rain-fallen feathers, yet the gallows bleed and the hangman smiles at justice unjust, and his lazy solution: that death brings life Death, brings life to the children of judgment --- life, then death and prison be not cruel enough --- awash to the brim, undeterred ---- by the hangman's promise Like a rat the prisoner awaits in a cell built by cruelty and fear --- that our most precious things be stolen by mere hands By mere hands we have built this place; shackle, lock and bar, cold, with empty promises and rigid worry and desolate hope --- we esteem the prisoner shall not return, though his soul is filled with tears; and the day seeming not his friend --- alone, the night speaks to him yet he knows that day will come again Who are we to poison hope? Who are we to celebrate the pain of another? Is this not the very thing we punish?
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