A Prison of Freedom
Locked up behind iron bars
in retribution of regret.
Sinner beasts with criminal scars
in isolation of dust and sweat.
Handcuffed like a bird in cage.
in a cruel, concrete captive box.
Prison guards killing precious age
confined in shackles of orthodox.
Thank God! ..we are not in prison.
No filth and crowd of dissonance
Holy spirits of law and reason ..
freedom allowed..for our innocence
Locked up..
in a closed mindset jail ....
are we really free?
Serving a life sentence. .no bail..
We are prisoners. .do you foresee?
Copyright © Debjani Mitra | Year Posted 2018
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