The black hole of DC

“My name is Jonathan Mellis, I'm solitary confined In a D.C Jail, where they destroy your mind They call solitary confinement “the hole”. They drop you in and let time erode your soul. It’s hard to cope with this tunnel of sadness I'm facing At first, I'm lonely and my mind is racing. After a while this turns into desperate frustration. Where are my champions in this once great nation? I try to sleep all day, but I can’t turn the page Then as energy comes back, I feel a surge of rage My skin is crawling and the walls close in, there' s no buffer Because I liked Trump, jailers smile as I suffer I am Jacob Chansley, I was the guy in the news I wore that fur hat with horns, not to mention tattoos. I told protestors to leave, when Trump urged us to go home, But vengeance wasn't averted when I took that megaphone We thought the election was tipped by an unseen hand The one gun fired killed Ashli Babbit, like me a veteran, making a stand Three hundred days plus in the hole, an undeserved curse I’ve long had mental issues, and solitary made them worse. I'm Jake Lang, I've been thrown in the hole, in this hell Because I posted a video of myself praying in my cell. Someone had smuggled me a contraband phone So I tried to show the outside a faith like a stone I've been in this jail for four years, seeing sadism shown Nine hundreds of those days, in the hole, alone Now they tell me the rest of the sentence will be in isolation How easy power over prisoners morphs to an evil operation Our leaders didn't express any sign of distress. Neither Joe Biden nor Harris gave us redress What happened to our constitution, does anyone care? The founders meant justice to be speedy and fair. George Orwell’s specter walks the jail halls In the name of “our democracy”, liberty falls. Friends, family, the press should be able to enter To visit the detained, advocate for the dissenter Whatever January 6 was about, this point should ring true: When we lose basic rights, then you do too.