Out of my window
there is a big wall
it is made of brick
and it's very tall
It blocks the sun
shelters the rain
closes in my yard
and keeps in pain
Next is the fence
it's 14 feet high
electrically charged
Touch it and die
Welcome to Jail
where inmates dwell
locked in and forgotten
Yes - Prison is hell
Out of my window
there is a wall
it's made of brick
and it's very tall
Some play for keeps
Others can chose
Some go to heaven
and others just lose
Next is the fence
it's 14 foot high
electrically charged
touch it and die
When you did know
you were on the wrong path
did you get to jail
before you knew his wrath
Welcome to Jail
Where Inmates dwell
Locked in and Forgotten
YEA - Jail is Hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a very nice poem....