big walls and strong iron gates
barricade the inmates
inside they are in cubicles
packed like sardines
bugs and rats adding to discomfort
wardens smirk at their predicament
waiting for justice or serving their term
for crime they committed
unaware of the consequences
their minds engrossed thinking
of their families back home
their safety the struggle
the hardship faced everyday
crimes they did that warranted
them to be interned
some are recidivist
some first timers
all sulk at the very thought of home
all waiting for the day
when their term will end
and will be set free
to be with the loved ones
let there be a day
no one will commit a crime
and there wont be any prison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all wish that day would come when there would be no need for aprison...great piece