Judge And Your Prisons Are For Profit Poem by James McLain

Judge and your prisons are for profit;
Correction corporation of America,
and not being as mo lases on a winter day.
It is a good investment and nothing personal,
except...it is money and where death is
concerned about it's money...and corruption i know
has been and must you think always will be..
I hear nearly nothing about your charges,
your children...your human misapplications...
And greetings..sheriff..and I your name...
do charge you with safe keeping...
and the rote of this road misfires..and you..
have taught the public to fear there brother,
mother, even there own children..and really..
where would these guards work..
if not in the hell of your for your proffer..
and math simple math...
where does the budget go..and truly...
how do you run a prison for proffit..
and the men have nothing inside...and in
some prisons you do not even teach them to read..
if you presume there worth based on the length
of there sentence...and dogs and cats on..tv..
I see weekly where the fire department comes
and spends thousands to rescue a dog...or cat..
and you do not even rescue your brother or sister..
except in death.....
evil is evil..and warrants true isolation...and you...
and money for food..and money for medication for
many are mentally ill and never belonged...
and I know...and I know..how not to proffer....