Poems: Life is Life.

Hell Prison

Standing behind old rusted bars,
From here, freedom is too far,
Here I stand, locked away,
Here I stand, being put away,
Like a toy,
However here, there's no joy,
This is not the place for little girls and boys;

This is the place where all of our dreams have been cast away,
All the men here just want to see the light of day,
Here we are being punished for our crimes,
That they've reminded us about one too many times;

They place us far away from the town,
One day, I swear to God, this place will burn to the ground,
And no remains will be found;

Until then, I'll stand behind bars,
Where freedom is too far,
I shall rot away,
Until I can see the light of day,
Hoping I won't have to stay,
In this hell of a prison,
A place made for no living person;