Freedom from false imprisonment

We all have the right to a fair trial, right?
So what does it mean,
To be stuck in a single room,
For half your life?

No one defends me,
Where is my court of appeals?
Gangs exist here too,
To extort, abuse, lie, cheat, steal.
Wardens too, without batons,
But disciplinarians,
Nonetheless.

We go back to our cells,
When told,
And watch real life,
On bad TV.

By: aliveandbreathing

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