Prisoners Of Their Own Making! Poem by Dr John Celes

The jails and cells that prisoners fill,
Though nations build escape-proof still,
To house the criminals much galore,
Have innocents too, by the score.

The homes and gaols, secure to core,
Have turned insecure all the more,
As ‘high-tech-saavy’ crime-doers
Live happily, though life turns worse.

More human beings live in cells
Of own, as time, experience tells –
A prisoner of his own belief
And ideas, without relief.

Our earthly life lies in a maze;
Our vision’s blocked by thickening haze;
Our souls devoid of heaven’s grace
Stays filled with sins as masked is face.

Men’s hearts and souls and minds are filled
By evil thoughts, desires stilled,
That make most human beings slaves
Self-made, from within, unlike aves.