As I look through
the chain link fence
I must repent
this place
where I was sent
has walls made out of cement
the yard surrounded
by a twenty foot high fence
with razors tethered to the top
guards with guns
just in case someone decides to run
prison is my home
I'm no longer free to Rome
my new home is surrounded
by
~ chain link fence~
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