Behind The Bars Poem by ngawa tenpa

In a gloomy hell out of human architecture,
Not dead but put to death,
Chained to the thickness of bones
Life is miser than death,
Behind the bars.

Born to bear no pain,
But awarded darkness day and night
Confined to nowhere,
But a simple cave
Behind the bars.

Blessed with flexible tongue,
But dried against the upper gum
Rewarded with two bright eyes,
But sealed to the darkness, and
Made the meaning of freedom clear
Behind the bars.