A Prisoners Thoughts
A Prisoners Thoughts Listening to the warden, Days passing by with silence at its golden. Talking about being tethered, About how none cares about the caged bird's feather. Agreeing to disagree, Does not make a person free. Being forced to be in a cage, Is like a curse cast by a mage. Seeing our own life and other's rot, Seeing what we deserved and got, Breaks the soul of the commonwealth. This makes people writhe in their on filth. We will always be toads, In comparison to the demons that walk our roads, Even if we are engulfed by death, they shall return, They will guffaw and dance with our urn.