A Prisoners Life

A life once lived before these bars,
no privacy, no permission, your familys too far.

No extra food or real friends,
only your kind, you must defend.

Its no joke nor a lie,
everyday filled with pain as you cry.

No visits from relatives, no greetings at all,
hands behind their backs, facing the wall.

Cells nearly full, no room to speak,
days become years, your body turns weak.

This life had a family, great home and all,
as he sits in shame watching it crumble and fall.

The life of a prisoner is no sort of game,
years go by, yet the prisoner remains.