I would not stand nor raise my hand,
But sat in sullen gloom,
As men in dress and wigs impressed
my vices on the room,
and as my fate was meted out,
went meekly to my doom.

A sentence of imprisonment,
Was deemed a fair riposte,
for months of social deviance,
Four months of life it cost,
To such a place no soul should face,
Or threshold ever cross.

In menace and with gravity,
the transportation came,
To consume me in its confines
as the jailer called my name,
And once aboard my soul was lost,
I'd never be the same.

The shadows of the prison walls,
Came lurching into view,
And confessed to keeping secrets in,
As high walls often do.
Not only do they keep in fear,
The world they keep out too.

If ever should a prison wall,
With Windows be adorned,
The casual eye of passers by,
Should earnestly be warned,
That beastly con they look upon,
is by a mother mourned.

And once inside the walls,we trod
a path well trod before,
On landings steeped in misery,
Where men were men no more,
But paid the debts society,
decreed was owed in law.

And once a day in blue and grey,
Came men with shuffling feet,
To March in pairs on concrete squares,
Where captive friends should meet,
To wallow in a sea of grief,
Their grief themselves to cheat.

And on the Sabbath sat as one,
The Sinner and the Screw,
That each may Sin no more we prayed,
Upon the aged pew,
That each might clear his debt with He,
To whom each debt is due.

We slept on beds of solitude,
In shallow fitful rest,
Enveloped by the shadowed bars,
Each cell a morbid nest,
Yet every eye must seek to sleep,
And every soul must rest.

And once in sleep to dream of peace,
Where peace to dream is rare,
Where in that maudlin maze of men,
Foul dirges filled the air,
And how it pains the ears to hear,
A brother in despair.

To listen as a bitter breath,
Is drawn from captive lung,
To every awful sound that's sent,
From sharp and savage tongue,
That's been composed by broken hearts,
And through a tear been sung.

We should not laud the lawbreaker,
Nor celebrate his crime,
But how should men be bettered when,
Reform is judged on time,
And calls for Penal overhaul,
Requested in a rhyme.

..thanks pal..

You are amazingly gifted

Yes, amazingly gifted :)...Welcome!!

..thank you.x..

Your a hell of a writer :)

..cheers mate, I appreciate the encouragement..