Heart bleeds steel scars

Prison laden with miles of cold steel keep men freshly stored
inside lockers holding plastic dinner plates awaiting fare and
the day Justice serves-up hope of new fates.
 
Heavily leaden concrete walls framed by steel re-bar are reinforced.
Concrete pillars a fortress, these weak minds need strong borders.
Watched by Warden in cramped quarters they're easy to sort,
he keeps them within his strictest accord.
 
 
Stench of death's rank odor lurks to remind men of decay
awaiting their bodies yet most pray for death anyway
with hope of fading rapid and sure.
For to suffer death is of no consequence
for men condemned to life of discord.
 
 
As new men arrive they're stripped
their freedom of choice
along with all need for use of a voice.
No man here ever finds any ways to leave,
nothing to do but await final sleep.
 
No imaginable way to commit suicide,
such trappings erased, mind left racing in place;
becomes so crazed and wild.
 
Inner thoughts torture and taunt,
there's always something more that it wants.
For lust of flesh won't be flushed from loins of those
whose hearts still spark pulsing blood flows.
 
When all said and done man are left with none..
Just sands of time, every grain pours out
like a bomb exploding, scorching men blind
to annihilate already traumatized mind.
 
Thremodies for live corpses contradict good advice
for lamenting the dead is for those who "lived" when alive.
Caged men can't send prayers to their death,
their souls shall  never become eulogized.
 
For men who reach this ending life goal, there's no savor
of freedom if mind is lost, everything ignored.
 
Yet some do remain consciously aware,
they now face one final stop on their
chain-gang tour. This exodus God grants
when last sand grain is poured....