Incarceration Through The Eye's Of Your Guilty Child Poem by James McLain

I dreamt about this particular iceberg for many year's
as a young man
where in and out of prison I was, for a while.
It was big, big in size
if size was big, like only size could be, in Florida.
Abandoned in it, to it a one man cell, placed in it by they.
Passing evil law's designed to keep the other
forty seven percent of U.S. all down.
Unable to get a job and or vote the corrupt out of.
Blue as it was,
as blue as the sky, such a big blue, like a marble blue
on the clearest of day's the bluest, blue day.
Hearing have I, heard some say to turn our blood into profit.
Polar bears and their mind set and their blood thirsty ways.
Staff unfit guards commuting thirty miles a day to have their way.
Cell extractions in isolation where no widows are allowed to exist.
Justifying it all in claiming their need for control.
While urin stained walls conveyed what they sought.
To render individuals
from being able to function or being mentally able.
Glacier blue eye's
where razor wire hides from the top what the bottom will do.
There are no black iceberg's here they are all in prison.
The rationale by the cruel
they reason away, that what doesn't kill you
will make you stronger.
This system these people know that they prey on the fear
of ignorant people,
people that are unqualified to tender up our vote's.
Children to young, born to unfit parent's
mental illness not caught early that is latter on triggered.
When people leave prison and after being traumatized
cannot function, seeing people raped and brutally murdered.
How can any reasonable individual expect them to function.
While you knowingly condoned and through your silence
helped hurt them.
The psychology of your doom is now known to U.S. all.