Inhumanity Poem by CAROL HUGHES
Inhumanity
Three walls
Bars ahead
The bunk lies flat
One end for my head
My feet stretched forward
No warmth in here
Nightmares abound
The prison cell
The ultimate end
This confinement
With no pity
We must stop it
This inhumanity
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4/30/2024 5:07:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
prison is definitely un humanity...what do we do with a lot of that outside