But not our Justice System
Prison for Profit
Turns citizens to victims
Hand of one, Hand of all
Unconscious criminal acts
Some did it
Some didn't
Some were caught in a trap
Like pigs in a pen
They eat slop on a plate
No love, No kindness
The only power's in Hate
America the Beautiful
Broken stones beneath it
Crumbling standard of Justice
Or is it really Just Us?
Perspective on the Poem:
This poem explore the vagueness and gray areas of our laws and the barely humane conditions of our prisons.
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