The Prison Called Society Poem by Madrason .
The Prison Called Society
In the land of the free
we live in the prison
called society
it is an all degree
sobriety
i cannot make a choice
for the people's voice
if i have an own mind
they will burn me blind
deny me a place
rip me from my grace
we live in a prison
called society
in this land of the free! M
Living can seem like madness. Social media reports so much and voices are now heard. This is great. Unfortunately Power in society takes over on many occasions and they are not listening to what needs to be heard. May you be heard.
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5/2/2024 8:54:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Society a prison so true.One needs to have the gut to deny the injustice imposed by it.