Prisoner's Dilemma

Alone in his cell, an inmate said, "Truly, I have escaped the baseness of humans- that inveterate vice which condones condemnation.” No longer will he mistake loathing for love, enmity for amenity or abhorrence for adoration. Here, who you are, whether you be Gandhi or Nazi, is Worn proudly, unambiguously, not shrouded in incongruity. No longer will he be forced to live a lie and deny who he Is. “Here, we are all the same” No longer will he need to weave elaborate stories to cover up your crimes. “Here we can count on your face the lives you took” Looking through the prison bars he saw our dilemma: The masks we wear and the people we pretend to be; the people We befriend to betray in the end. He saw the disingenuous, the hypocrisy, the ruse and the tricks, the chaos and the lies; and he felt sorrow because he could not free those of us still trapped by prison walls.