What is so much worse,
Florida's prisons or it's nursing homes?
There may be some evil inside,
whom do need a job I would equate with hell a cell.
In the small basement room full of darkness and gloom
unable to speak or to bath by her self.
Open wounds and still human, dehydrated and malnourished.
The worst of said such no window inside to her soul.
The worst perhaps none of you having a heart have seen.
Down the stairs then turn right to the left down one more flight of stairs.
Lucifer so she will remain enter here and be damned.
This mother of her son the priest should have known has said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem