Poetry regarding the Prism of Prison

Poetry regarding the Prism of Prison

 

Your first taste, the family or the orphanage

No escape possible here for blood is thicker than water

Bruv!

And unless you want to do another stretch for

 patricide, sororicide, matricide or fratricide

You’ll just have to put up with Christmas, alone or with others.

Perhaps in the Prism of Prison, the greatest incarceration of all is where you are sitting

Now

School, Schola, Ysgol = the ladder to success or failure, depending on how well you do in your exams

Do this, Don’t do that! The bell like siren, goes, for the next experiment.

You are lab rats to be nurtured, encouraged, destroyed by the neurosis of teachers

Who in turn are destroyed by the fear of the Institution, then

Work

As if you didn’t work hard enough in school at such a tender age, you’ve now got to do it

all again for something that they call ‘Money’

The money that your prison family strove so hard to earn from the benefits system.

Everywhere you turn, the bars are coming down on the bars.

This is your rights of passage.

So get wasted, get laid, get stoned or get God.

It’s all that there is in this prison that they call life.

Look, if it all gets too much, you can do time in a proper prison

Go up to Wrexham

They are building a super one up there!

This prism of prison is a test, yes another exam, well you should be used to it by now!

Of how well you can behave as prisoner or guard.

You know that there is no escape

You’ve done the crime of being born

Of being born, to love, lust or the bottle.

Now you got to do the time.  

Are you ready to imprison another generation?

Shark Fisherman