Old And Modern Prisons Poem by DM W

From the grim workhouse to the asylum;
From the rigid school to wage slave labour.
From regulated play to the confines
Of the office or behind the counter.
From the ghetto to concentration camps.
From crude scapegoating to mass surveillance.
From cosumer driven addictions to
Increasingly routinised ' entertainments'
O there are so many prisons out there!
They merely call themselves by different names.
They persist throughout the slow centuries.
I suppose they will exist forever.
All the dreams we have, from the cradle to
The grave, alas, will never come to pass.