Park Prison Poem by Quinn Graw
Park Prison
Even a park can be a prison
if beholden to the warden.
The hidden prison
like the village
from the Prisoners
a 60's British series
speaks out like a rooster
crowing on a December morning
will it be a brown Christmas this year?
Masks in full effect
government control
no cure for covid stupidity
our freedoms fleeting and gone
where can one flee too?
The tyranny of majority
becomes the new norm.
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