Jail

Jail

Under the belly of the courts you lie,
Writhing to the beat of Satan's dark heart,
Infested with souls destined to die,
Murderers and rapists line your bowels,
Blood and urine stain your cold concrete floors,
Men with badges bark while lock-down horns wail,
Stale air stench cloaks behind your hard steel doors,
Guilt and despair rot in every cell,
Ghostly echoes pulse from a thousand chains,
Shanks are honed against abrasive walls,
While all values are flushed down your drains