Custom Made Prison For a Volunteer Prisoner
Freedom has been forced out, it is long gone
and on the back of kindness it rode.
Pride spreads the unpleasant atmosphere through its campaign
setting up annexes and covering more zip codes.
Even the joyful melody of happiness
are crippled and void of cheerful nodes
Sweeping off all goodness to leave stones and thistles,
that’s exactly hatred’s kind of abode.
On every signal coming from the offender
fury’s occupation increases, giving peace no road.
The parachute of grievance circumvent round the neck
like the throat stressed by a swallowed living toad.
All these weight and heavy burden can be thrown
done by untying the ropes and activating the mode.
Arms should stay open to the fresh air of forgiveness
and completely be free from this enslaving load.
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