A Democratic Prison Poem by Madrason .

This thin can full of people
is what we call the future
taking secure same
roadmaps to security
and scrutinize life's purity
wishful thinking becomes behaviour
the future but for the enslaver
a grave digger senses more
opportunity
walking the same roads
driving the same routes
drawing our lines for obscurity
trying to become the Goods
to grow that money-tree
those civilised neighbourhoods
we the people for democracy! M