Johny Roberts Poet Political Verse

Digital Prison

And one by one 
we step in,

Another day
another bar,

And as the digital piper
Plays his tune,

Dancing, singing
we take our place,

The digital prison
our new home,

our church,

This place where, 
even
ghosts 
fear to tread.

Soon,

the prison guards
will lock
the door.

And we will long
for the
Sight of,

For the smell
off,

Real
Flowers.


John Roberts

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