The New Concentration Camps Poem by justin walker

this prison, its look is menacing, its guards look dead,
why do they do this, it doesnt do anything for us, but
it is like since they went through it we have to also, its
not fair. well hear comes there wagon but i need to tell
you what its like. they cram thoughts into our heads, tell
us to do things, they send us to a room that is black if
we do something wrong. we have to learn to survive in
a place like this. the food it moves, the guards they laugh
when we get hurt, and party when we die. they try to tell us
how to live our life. but they cant destroy me. i am stronger.
i have been here for 10 years, i have learned i have been
tortured so much i love it. on my free time i do it on purpose.
i hate it here though but if i left all the people i kno would be
alone and so would i. thsi place is all i kno. i love the fellow
inmates they are my family. i will never forget them. why do
we have to be stripped apart at the end. i despise that
thought. well thats all i can say for now wait till later i will
tell you more