Friday, February 3, 2012

Life


Skinny, dirty, grimy, and muddy
Sick, old, young, and tired
Cages, beaten, miserable, and death
This is what its like in Colva Prison
You don’t get out till your sentence is done
It is hell.

Rich, fat, corrupted, and mean
Old, loud, hidden, and feared
These are the rich
They are the greedy
They are the authorities

Pick it up
Keep it hidden
Cause you never what you’re going to find.