Unrestorible Poem by James McLain

I should have left this beaten state of disrepair
when I was shown the way.
Trapped in this room a prison cell.
Mother brings me food to eat.
The taxes I have been forced to pay since my release
from prison for crimes against my soul.
Nearly two decades and years my mind has roamed.
The other woman whom accused me now is dead.
What questions have I for the dead, due process was.
I hide from karma though the ones like me
are mostly dead.
Having died in Floridas prisons or are dying
serving their life sentences or just suicides or worse.
State hospitals where thousands have died.
Like me who turns to sleep.
Where probation officer's wake you up
because your room mate is on probation.
Where cops expect to search your room without
a warrant or your guilty if you don't.
The stupid people gave our right's away.
It could be against the law for me for writing this.
God if you hear me hear me out.
How many Jews denied that they were Jews
to the s.s. police but were killed any way.
Florida has some laws where if you try to live
then you must die.