The confining prison grills
are a welcome refuge to prisoners
for they are freer than he
than he whose mind has enslaved him
he is guilty of a cruel fate
a fate that's yet to come
and the ticking seconds
crawl closer to an indefinite execution date
the fall walls of his room
seems like a solitary confinement
no soul to talk to, no walks in the sun
and he is his own cruel prison guard
his life is one long prison stretch
except that the routes of escape are open
yet he makes no attempt at it
because he will shoot himself - or take poison
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